Originally Posted by LadyGrey
I don't have the first idea what I want. What *I* want has never been high on the list of priorities. I lack the energy to try to figure it out.

Right now I want everyone to leave me the hell alone and let me be sad. I want to sit and listen to sad music and cry and not have a single person say, "you are so strong -- you will get through this."

That's for sure not happening.

Who gives a damn if I have a nipple when they shove me into the crematorium? Really is it MY job to drag everyone kicking and screaming out of the land of denial?

Got the biopsy report. Es no bueno.

What did it say?

And see you just told us what you want. You don't care about a nipple. I wouldn't either!