About 30% of people diagnosed with breast cancer at any stage will develop distal metastasis. I am one.
When I read Robert Morgan’s poem “Maple Gall” a few days ago, the first phrases to strike me were tortured cluster of malignancies… cells grow drunk… awful excess growths and, of course, I thought of the cancer that I live with, and I was drawn in. I continued to read beauty...
“Maple Gall” is a poem by Robert Morgan that was published in the current (November 2011) issue of The Atlantic. It made me stop in my tracks and think about disfigurement and beauty of body and particularly of spirit. I’ll write another post about it when I’ve digested a little...