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Hi. I’m Kate. Turn ons include IV drips, PETscans, and organic fig newtons. Turn offs include whining, hospital gowns, and artificial sugar. Let’s see how much life I can squeeze in between work, chemo, sleep, and scans.

A girl and her raft

I am tired. Actually, I am beyond tired. You know, the kind of tired you feel after spending the day at the beach, playing in the surf. I know that when I close my eyes, I’ll still be able to feel the rocking of the waves. I love that feeling. I’m thirteen again and falling asleep after a long day with the family at Virginia Beach. I would spent the entire day in the water, riding the waves, clinging to my rented raft. I loved the thrill of cresting over the wave and having it crash all around me. I may not be thirteen anymore, but I can still play like that girl. The waves tossed me around, stole my sunglasses, and tried to strip off my swimsuit… and I loved every minute of it.

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