The Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure is set for this coming Sunday in Minneapolis. A long held fundraiser to fight breast cancer this year has become virtual.
No blocking off streets in my neighborhood for the event. No sea of participants wearing pink. No trigger for tears as I watch from my window. You see, a few years back the race turned personal.
The Fates Have Cast their Dice at her Birth
A photo of a youngish woman
pivots to me from the obits
of today's newsprint.
Breast cancer placing her there.
Three years disease free
until she wasn't.
Three years out
from disfigurement by scalpel,
poisonous rays, searing drugs.
My jack-in-the-box heart
bounds from my ribs
as my own daughter
continues year three of Tamoxifen.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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