When Cancer Runs in Your Family
In my frightened mind, so many people in my family had been reduced to that one word.
As a birthday gift, my mom wanted to take me shopping. I had one leg deep in a black over-the-knee boot when my phone rang. My mom, still smiling, took a fraction of a second longer than I did to realize: This could be the call we'd been waiting on. The results of my biopsy.
What if you don’t get another one?
Katie Gutierrez Collins is a writer and editor living in San Antonio, Texas, with her Aussie-transplant husband, Adrian, and their two dogs, Lola and Cleo. Katie has an MFA from Texas State University. Her fiction, essays, and reporting can be found in Asterix, Narrative, and People, among others, and she is the co-author of several books written with Round Table Companies, Inc. She is currently working on a novel about a rare mental condition that causes people to believe they are dead. She also maintains a much less morbid blog at www.perfectlyuselessconcentration.com.
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