Telling people

Last time I had news to share, it was about my baby. It was happy news. A couple people cried when I told them, because they were glad.

It feels strangely similar to tell people about my cancer. But the news is bad this time. I still don't know how to tell people, and it comes out strange every time. A couple people cried when I told them.

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