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It’s strange, how …overwhelming it becomes. It’s all consuming. Not in the way that I expected, though. There’s the obvious. The appointments, the paperwork, the payments. The pills, the injections, the procedures. Beyond that, it infiltrates every aspect of our lives, influencing the boring and the mundane. We’ve spent years delaying, years hoping, years aching, longing, fearing, and hurting. It weaves its way into the way I think, the way we talk to eachother, the way we love eachother, the way we fight with eachother. ...