Each decade, or sooner,
I've been granted a fresh chance
to master the art of illness.
 
I cut the teeth of adulthood
with a tumor and my ovary
dissected in the lab, a bare head,
and a ... [+]

The science was there,
in the chemo cocktail that dripped
into me for 5 days each month,
a regimen my body bucked
and fought until the drugs won.
I grew strong, learned to see the ... [+]