Then last week in figure drawing class the model who showed up, smiling, was a breast cancer survivor. She was so beautiful. The radio in my head went silent.
I must regress.
Decades later Jeff pleads with doctors to let him be the donor of stem cells to cure Jon's Agent Orange cancer, but they say he isn't a match. Jeff cannot repay the favor of life. My heart bleeds for him.
But can I?
I carried candles in peace marches. I did not join the army. And I am a female. But I want to take the DNA test anyway.
Sometimes close, sometimes at odds, Jon and I are are a strange twosome in this battle. Our personalities are unlike.