I think to myself that I am blase. I think to myself that I am almost-comfortable with terms like "brain tumor", and "neurosurgery".
But then I think again about all the big unknowns and decisions postponed but still waiting, lurking in the future. And my breath catches in my throat and my heart starts pounding and I am still scared, just scared.
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