I woke up with my chest clenched tight along my mastectomy scar, pulsing. A bit of burning. Tightening. I sat up in bed and stumbled toward the shower.
Two years ago, I would have started to worry. I would have lain in bed, imaging what this pressure could have been. Instantly, I would have been having a heart attack, in the ambulance, cords attached, l…
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