This year, I have been dwelling on constipation. To be truthful, it hasn’t been all year. Just the last few months. Since August. Since my niece, Sarah, died of secondary breast cancer. Her mum – my sister, Jane – died of the same thing nearly 30 years ago. That was a rough year too, although I don’t remember being constipated.

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