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May 5, 2003:

My cancer is like a friend who screens me from those parts of the world from which I choose to disengage.

My cancer is like a business suit investing me with formal propriety.

My cancer is like an old pet, whose every inarticulate grunt and sigh I understand perfectly.

My cancer is like a cloak of invisibility which hides me from those I choose to avoid.

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