Jonathan Fletcher

As the son of a breast cancer survivor, I wrote this poem as a recollection of memory. The day my mother informed me of her cancer diagnosis, I was still a child and did not know everything the “word” cancer suggested, but I got my first sense of my mother’s own mortality and the possibility of a future without her. Yet, as she and I continued cutting up vegetables that evening, I realized that even amid illness, healing also and necessarily becomes available.

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As the son of a breast cancer survivor, here is a poem recalling the time she first told me about her cancer.

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