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I wonder if all cancer patients try to find meaning and connections during their time of illness.

June 14th was a bad day. Then a month later, July 14th, I was diagnosed with cancer. Now I am seriously focusing on my cousin having her love bundle on August 14th to break the chain of disaster.


Dear Love Bundle,
You will bring great joy to your parents if you make your appearance, however, I will spoil the sh*t out of you if you come a day early on August 14th.
Love,
Cousin Angie

I had Sebastian installed on July 19th, the 16th anniversary of my father's death, so I find it a symbolic death of cancer. Sofia was born on June 19th, so is it a rebirth of myself?

I guess when you think about it logically, at a maximum, there are 31 days in a month. So, dates are bound to coincide.

However, what the fuck is logical about cancer?