He Asked Me to Stop Talking About My Cancer

later with a tote bag full of the things people bring when they don’t know what else to bring. Lip balm. Clean socks. My phone charger. Dry shampoo I didn’t need because most of my hair was already gone in clumps across a pillow at home.

She also brought a folder.

Blue. Bent at the corners. My name written across the tab in her blocky handwriting.

“Before continue reading …