Breast cancer. I can't believe it. They're two small words that barely take up any space on a piece of paper, but they have the power to spark great fear, grief, sadness, and regret—and they've irrevocably changed the lives of millions of women across the country, including our dear friend Sharyl Stafford.
Dear All Inspiring Sharyl,
With all our love for you as you fight this disease and with hope for a healthy future, I want you all to know the following.
My wish for you is that...
...You will find the courage to fight this fucken breast cancer bullshit.
...You will find the Silver Lining in this shit hole
...Your and Chuck's love will deepen and strengthen.
... You will indulge
...You will be covered in love from friends and family.
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...You will see the beauty inside of you.
...You will take the time to look back and cry. And know it fucken sucked ass, and hurt deeply, but you are healthy again. It will all be okay. It's okay to have a good cry. It's okay to say Fuck this shit, and it's okay to lose it.
...You are loved.
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