Kaylee and the Rabbit

Tall, thin, pale, with a slightly puffy face, like many of us have in chemo, Kaylee was still an athlete. You could tell by her clothes. She looked at home and relaxed in a baseball cap and sportswear, as if the infusion of chemotherapy she was receiving didn’t really bother her. As if she might leave the room and go for a run afterward or a few rounds of tennis. Her peace filled the chemo center and pervaded it. Her presence is one of the only things I remember well in my own drugged haze, my introduction to cancer.

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