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"It&amp;#039;s a simple, silly mistake, and yet it has complicated, ominous undertones. Still, I keep making it. Ever since I found out I have lymphoma, I instinctively check the horoscope for Cancer, even though I&amp;#039;m a Capricorn. I guess if I knew what the future holds for me, I wouldn&amp;#039;t feel the need to check either, and I might be a lot more at ease. This month&amp;#039;s horoscope promises that Cancer gets to lighten up and have a little fun. I know this, because I got half-way through it before I realized I was, once again, reading the wrong horoscope. But for us Capricorns? My horoscope promises that &amp;quot;the year 2008 is just made for you!&amp;quot; It better be, because 2007 seemed to be made just for oncologists, phlebotomists, hospitals and people who make headscarves. Which made me wonder: What was my horoscope for last year? So I checked, starting with when I got my cancer diagnosis last summer: June called for &amp;quot;sudden growth points.&amp;quot; I guess that discovering a cancerous tumor the size of a softball in your lung could be called a &amp;quot;sudden growth point.&amp;quot; August mentioned low energy after the 17th. I recall being extremely tired after chemo, plus rather touchy, but my horoscope said nothing about wishing that anyone who entered the room would refrain from breathing.  September was forecasted to be &amp;quot;a favorable time for Capricorns.&amp;quot; I suppose that finishing up chemo was, in fact, favorable, especially for the people I had hoped would refrain from breathing while in the room with me back in August. October was &amp;quot;time to do something self-expressive, fun, and creative,&amp;quot; which explains why I went as Dr. Evil for Halloween. Also, I was bald at the time. November called for travel. I&amp;#039;m not sure if commuting to radiation treatments every day qualifies as travel here. It seems to me that horoscope-prescribed travel should involve more exotic destinations than a hospital in suburban New Jersey. December&amp;#039;s horoscope promised I&amp;#039;d attract quite a bit of interest. I can only interpret this to mean that my oncologist wrote up my case study in a medical journal. I can&amp;#039;t imagine what he&amp;#039;d say, except maybe how I actually gained so much weight during chemotherapy, I reached numbers on my scale I hadn&amp;#039;t seen since well into my pregnancies. No matter what the future holds, I&amp;#039;m grateful for today \u2013 my birthday. If my PET scan is clear and my doctor tells me I&amp;#039;m in remission, my 41st will be even bigger and better than my 40th was, and 2008 will indeed be my year. Maybe then I&amp;#039;d even stop checking the wrong horoscope. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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