JULY 8TH

by Lisa

I have always felt uncomfortable saying my zodiac sign out loud. It’s a scary word that no one wants to hear.

I am a Cancer with a surgeon and a radiologist and an oncologist and cancer.

Gram told me when I was 27 that she had been expecting some horrible medical diagnosis for my whole life. I never got one. I was undercooked at 24 weeks or so, and I was supposed to be delayed. Different. I ended up being very skinny and average in every other way. Gram had all the horrible medical diagnoses of her own that kept my head and heart on high alert.

Like she must have been about me. My whole life. She said this, but waited until I was 27 and she was dying. Of cancer.

That’s not how this one’s going to go.

Now you know.