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I am so immeasurably sad this holiday season. If anyone asked me how I feel on any given day in the last few weeks, I could answer “sad” every time.

Part of it is my impending surgery and every little anxiety-inducing detail that comes with that, including the pathology results. It’s all very unknown. Except I know I’m having all of my reproductive organs removed and that seems a bit barbaric. This is how we deal with even the remote possibility of cancer?