presurgery marks on my breastsurgical marks on my back prior to mastectomy

Archive of a Breast Cancer Survivor

survivor book

Quantum Mechanics

“X” marked the spot where the devil lived. The breast surgeon signed in purple
ink the absolute truth. How else would the elegant universe spin in delight with gravity, quantum fluctuations and strings of vibrational filaments if this were not the case? Black holes are lovely things: they suck dark matter into the smallest
compressed spot of light so it will not be alone. The surgeon knew this. That is
why he followed my dark spot—to the bitter core. To save my life. So I would
not be alone in a compressed memory that only I could finger sweetly, stirred
well, like a good cup of cocoa.

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