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Dany
I only have two more treatments left. This part of my life, the chemo, the list, all of it is coming to a close. I look at the women around me. Gerry with her lime green velour tracksuit. Cleopatra with her pinched, sour face. Sylvie with her knitting. Matilda with her sweet smile and love of horrible cat T-shirts. I’m so grateful for them all.
I wouldn’t have done all that I have if it hadn’t been for their support and inspiration. We’d been talking about going out for a celebration dinner. A girls’ night out.
I decide to take a plunge and share what’s happened with Shawn. I don’t want to think about Jack.
“How do you all feel about a wedding in Hawaii?” I ask. I’d like to hear their thoughts.
I haven’t responded to Shawn yet. I haven’t talked to Jack either. On both fronts,
