539 Days
3 min readAug 11, 2023
A Recorded Tale of Not Letting Breast Cancer Win
I win.
Two words forced through the white-edged glare of propofol. The nurse who was sitting to my right looked up from her charting to ask me what I had said, but I didn’t bother repeating myself. I hadn’t been talking to her. If I was talking to anything, I was talking to the ceiling tiles uncentered over my bed.
