A 99-word micro fiction story inspired by
my mom’s experience when I was 8 years old
You gave me — no – you allowed my breast cancer.
With a husband and three young children, I was frightened and angry.
I didn’t understand and asked, “Am I being punished? If you are LOVE – what am I missing?”
We talked, I pleaded. You seemed to agree so we went forward.
Surgery left me wearing a fake breast. Radiation burned my flattened chest.
Chemo left me near death — but I’m still here proving that a woman could survive 1960’s treatment.
And you kept our bargain.
I raised my children and knew my grandchildren before you called me home.
Yonder :: Before I die, I want to . . .