A life undefined by cancer

“You have cancer”: 3 simple words of 4 syllables and 13 letters. My analytic mind will always try to break problems down into their smaller parts; perhaps it’s a mechanism to better understand an issue or to maintain control by deconstructing something to its basic elements, or maybe it is a way to better understand what I see and hear—a coping mechanism to fully process what is laid in front of me before letting it infect my consciousness. “You...