I felt her arms around me, firm and strong. 'This is treatable,' she said, soothing my fear. 'They can cure this'

The diagnosis of cancer, when it comes, is like having a bucket of icy cold water thrown hard into your face. Fine one minute, in the next the vision blurs from the smack of fluid, and the pain from the cold is so sharp the skin feels pierced. There’s a sense of injury, the asking of why, the realization that this unbearable soaking wetness defines the new normal of one’s life.

Posted on March 13, 2018 and filed under Pittsburgh Post-Gazette.