“I was not sad or afraid—I was indignant. How dare she smile and spew out those horrible statistics? And scare me with chemoprevention and prophylactic surgery? Mastectomy? Was she out of her mind? And how dare she make me feel… — Jessica Queller Copy Share Image
“On a whitely cloudy day I get sad, almost afraid, And I begin to meditate about problems I make up.” — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share Image
