The absurdity of conspiring against the intruders in my head

I used to joke that my surgery was my tumors' "eviction day." I was scheduling their removal, their destruction-- they were NOT welcome to stay one second longer. The planning was constantly on my mind, I was aiming all of my energy towards the ultimate goal of evicting these... tenants from hell. But-- my mind …

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