It was my Doctor. The test results were in, and they weren't in my favor. I tried to look behind her to see if there was anyone else waiting in line to add another "one-two punch," but she stood alone with words that cut through. In all fairness to her surgical abilities,… her words were probably sharper than a scalpel and were certainly straight to the jugular!
OK. The tumor we were hoping for has caught the last train for the coast. Ugh! This means I have to work a lot harder to get back to the old reliable Robin. I'm so tired of trying to compete with who I am! It's Ridiculous! Why do I have to be Type A and an Over-performer? It would be so much easier if I didn't have to live up to my own overwheming image. …
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