For now, I’m healing from surgery nicely and enjoying the novelty of having small breasts.
“This has never happened to me before,” he says.
When my oncologist finally gets back to me, she swiftly crushes my idea of remission.
I’m like the car accident you can’t take your eyes off of.
They're unnerving, like I'm being gaslit.
Not the consolation prize I had in mind.
I don't know what passes for normal anymore.
I can't stop thinking about what kind of bra I'll wear and how it will work.