April 7th, 2009

"The tulips are too red in the first pla

The Shard

One of the options in my poll was for me to share a shard of personal narrative.

At the time, I called it a shard just to have an echo of the “sh” sound.

But I’ve come to realize that the shard I have in mind is really that – something that cut me and left a scar.

I can point to the place where the chemo IV used to be put into the back of my left hand. No one can see it but me, really, because it’s so faded. This memory is like that, healed and faded, but I know exactly where it is.

Most of the time, I like to keep things light on this blog. But this week is National Young Adult Cancer Awareness Week, so it seems an appropriate time to tell this story.

If you don’t want to read about cancer, feel free to skip the cut. (I also curse when I talk about cancer, because it’s ugly and rude, so I don’t feel it deserves any courtesy from me.)

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