Joanna knew it was there; found it months ago.

Between her crappy job, chronic depression, and Brad’s not-so-secret affair, she just plain couldn’t be bothered.

Why add to the chaos?

Now she had to be bothered, except she wasn’t.

Joanna knew exactly how it would end, too. The same way it had for her grandmother, mother and two of her sisters.

The doctor gave her four to six weeks. He’d called her cancer aggressive and advanced. She was to start chemo immediately, but screw it.

She was ready to go.

Ah, well! Joanna sighed as she pulled into her driveway. She was about to take the key out of the ignition when I’ll be Home for Christmas came on the radio. She listened and a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

Quietly, she began to sing along.

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