I don’t know where I’m going to put my boobs.
They’re one of the few physical assets I feel comfortable rocking- as an extra-thick woman in her 40s- to draw the appropriate amount of attention to me.
She nodded as she showed me the stack of papers.
“Yes, this is lymphoma”. She was saying something else, and I saw her lips moving. I could hear myself answering. Inside I was thinking “this is what it’s like to be aware that you’re in shock.”
Lymphoma’s actually not an ugly word. Might even be described as pleasant if one had no idea what it was. It’s certainly less terrifying than what it is.