Andrew
I resist the urge to reach out and trace the contours of those scars, convey the love and admiration swelling within me.
But deep down, anger simmers within me. I’m angry at the cruel twists of fate that subjected her to such suffering. And I’m enraged that she believes the essence of my affection is tied to superficialities like her hair, eyelashes, or t**s. How can she see all those chemo side effects as signs of weakness? She was a warrior! A fighter.
How could she think so little of the profound connection that binds us? How could she think so little of me?
"Wh... What?" she stammers, eyes widening in disbelief. "Why are you asking me this question after everything I said?"
"Because I read mastectomy can be agonizing, challenging," I reply, my attempt to navigate the conve
