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Friday, June 19, 2009

What happens when your nose dominates your day and your night and the rest of your life. Her reaction on that fateful day when the poor, helpless doctor reluctantly broke the news to her had been spontaneous. Almost a reflex.
What happens to my son, my husband. They are my family. They need me. But now the monstrous, ruthless nose hid them. I am a nose. My life is a nose. As hard as I try to forget it, the phenomenal nose dances back to life. Mocking me, my family, my values, everything I cherish.
Her life had changed, she realized dully. Changed irrevocably.

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