Last week, I had a small chat with my left breast or more specifically to its unwanted contents.  I was nice.  I said, “look, I will not pay you any attention for a week.  I will pretend you aren’t there.  please take this time to remove yourself from my body.  Also, not to be threatening, but if you don’t move on, I will be forced to cut you from my body.  I will be sleeping during this cutting and you will be awake.  I think now would be a good time for you to pack your shit and go.  Just a suggestion….”

Clearly cancer is either deaf or dumb or both because it has not taken the gracious escape plan I offered it.  Tomorrow I will be making plans to select a date to have the bitch lopped off. 

I’ll live and it will die.  That makes me happy.