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I listened to Taylor Swift sing about remembering to love your mom and then I remembered the doctor diagnosed me with breast cancer yesterday. Then I remembered to turn the radio off and I called my dad on the telephone. “Hey dad, I have breast cancer–isn’t that weird? What are the chances that a guy like me would ever get breast cancer, really. I’m feeling mostly amused by the idea, but it’s definitely just a mask to cover the crushing pain and terror fighting in my stomach right now, I might throw up.”