Let's do, um, To Telling My Best Friend Two Weeks After Diagnosis Day next, yeah.

Okay.

Yeah.

So one thing that, um, I...

Just to preface a little bit with this poem, one thing that can be awkward for anybody that has a chronic illness or anybody that has bad news is sharing that thing with somebody.

You then become in this very strange position of, of not wanting to, to put them in an imposition or not wanting to...

You know, you have to be careful about how you tell them this news.

But also as poetry as learning, and, um, uh, what did you learn about your approach to this diagnosis in the process of the book? Did anything change by the time those 11 weeks were over in the way that you actually felt about it?