![]() Well, my love was diagnosed with stage IV cancer on Valentine’s Day. The kind of laugh that rises inappropriately from the dark places where polite conversation doesn’t go the kind of laugh that unexpectedly bursts out of you when you realize that the tiny, sunflower-encased urn with the ashes that you’ve been carrying around in your breast pocket, close to your heart for a year, went through the washing machine. ![]() You know the kind of laugh I mean, right? It’s only that, I figure if you’re reading this, it’s because you may just be approaching a diagnosis day anniversary and, therefore, you are probably in need of a good, dark laugh. I write a lot about grief on these pages, and it’s best to never compare your grief to another person’s grief. Now, I’m not trying to one-up your diagnosis day, but…
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