The truth is rarely pure and never simple

It seems irritatingly careless of me to stop my recovery arc by getting cancer again.

It's kind of like getting the "Go to Jail" card in monopoly. You are out of it and fall off the track.

As Lady Bracknell said in the Oscar Wilde's play to Jack Worthing:

"To lose one parent, Mr. Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness."

I feel as though I should apologize for carelessly getting breast cancer again and having to loose another breast.

Logically I know that each breast has it's own chance of cancer, this is early and I have nothing to apologize for and still I feel this way.

So I will wag my finger at myself and declare:

"Nor do I in any way approve of the modern sympathy with invalids. I consider it morbid. Illness of any kind is hardly a thing to be encouraged in others. Health is the primary duty of life."

The Importance of Being Earnest, Lady Bracknell, Act 1.