Goodbye, Girls

They’d been with her through thick and thin, albeit less prominent during the thin. They were part of her—figuratively and literally. A cheek swab had revealed the lurking threat: BRCA1-positive. At the mirror, she gazed at her unclad torso, bid them a silent goodbye, then donned the hospital gown.

Elizabeth Barton moves words around for fun and profit while living in Chicago with her husband, two cats, and more than a little self-doubt. lizardesque.wordpress.com