I'm afraid to say anything.
It was shortly after I said to Al, "You know, we can probably weather this recession just fine as long as neither of us loses our jobs," that I got laid off.
It was six months after I said, "We're doing OK, as long as one of us doesn't get sick," that I was diagnosed with breast cancer.
So, now I'm afraid to say anything. I'm afraid to say that, so far, chemo is not nearly as bad as I expected it would be. (NOTE to the Fates: I did NOT just say that!)
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