That Word

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Prologue

My hair blew into my face as the wind whipped of the sea. How long would I have hair for? Would I die before I lost my hair? Would I survive!? What does my future look like? Nobody explains anything properly, its all just big words and facts.

I need them to explain because it’s me who’s going through it, it’s me who has cancer.

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