Breast cancer was diagnosed in Stage 3
Cancer cells grow every three weeks
Multiply three weeks by three months
And you have advanced cancer

I have a young son
Flynn was two at the time
Cancer was not yet a word in his vocabulary
The disease was a mystery to him
He didn't know that cancer kills so many

Flynn is now four
He understands so much more now
He sees that Suzanna is lonely
"Mommy will you die soon," he asks me
I never answer
He hugs and clings to me
I hide my tears
We talk about being together forever
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