At the Breaking Point

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Isobel gazed expectantly at me before asking her question. " Lau, are you going to die?"

" No, Iz, my genes are just rebelling. "

If I could laugh, I would, at the irony of those words and my naivete of the consequences of my sentence, because even smart little Izzy hadn't contradicted me.

In the coming weeks, however, I would find it very hard to laugh at chemo.

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