I beg you not to be sentimental about your sentinel lymph node. There is so much more of you that is obvious to love. You can’t even see a lymph node nor does anyone consider your lymph or the nodes of the lymph system when one loves you. You must see the logic in this.
Had I not been a cad and general useless ball of slimy arm pit curadjula I would have made myself aware of your present situation. My Dearest Girly Pants in the curl, know that I have wishes for you to be most happy in any state you find your physical body in and despise any plague no matter the significance visited upon it.
As I have been entrusted by my Grandfather, the great Captain Skippydoodle and one time owner of a rare metrosexual sea marmot, to carry on as your captain I hereby banish this horrid malady visited upon you! I also command that you remember you are in the thoughts of many who have grown to hold you dear so that this knowledge is your buoy through rough seas and the sometimes-treacherous currents of life.
Sincerely,
Kevin
