I talked to the gym babe today. I had seen her yesterday, but I was upstairs on a treadmill and she was walking out the door. I had to find out how the tests went and whether they were going to cut her up.

The tests were negative, but the doctor still wants to cut her up. She’s going to a different doctor because this one just seems to want to give her a mastectomy. She will see the new doctor in a week or so, so she’s going to go tanning. Running from one cancer into the arms of another. I recommended that she go see Iris instead.