I booked on to the retreat without any expectation to heal that seemed oversimplified and too much to expect. I was simply curious to go to a place of stillness after my year of chaos, to make some sense of what had happened to me.
On the formal diagnosis day I learned in one breath that I was in for eight rounds of chemo that would claim my hair and my fertility, and that a mastectomy of my left breast was an inevitability.
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