best self-appointed oncologist yet
Leafy greens are good for your health. Friday morning I met Kathy and Bronwyn for a writing date at Buster’s while waiting for the chemo hangover to kick in. I caught up on Bronwyn’s new job and Kathy’s lizard adventures at the Natural History Museum and worked on a freewrite about how one of my characters first encountered a frozen rabbit fetus, in order to postpone outlining. When Bronwyn and Kathy left, a guy with dreadlocks approached the table. “Do you mind if I ask you something?” Not to presume what it might be, but let’s see, the last two strangers to strike up a conversation at Buster’s had said, respectively, “You’re so brave!” and “Why you not have hair?” “I couldn’t help but overhear you talking about an oncologist,” he said. “Do you have cancer?” “Yeah, I’m going through cancer treatment,” I said, because the chemo is for hypothetical, microscopic, undetected cancer. The only cancer we knew about for sure is gone, bitches. “Have you tried medical ...