Prizes!

Gam’s meeting with her oncologist tomorrow.

“What’s he going to say?” she asks my dad. “I’m not taking any treatments.”

(She’s not. There’s nothing they can do for her.)

“Maybe he’s offering prizes.”

“Prizes?” She perks up. Gam’s real competitive.

“Maybe he has a contest for the patients with the best attitude.”

“Shit! I’ll win that hands down.”

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