Cancer
Chemo Renoir
If only we lived in another century. Our rolls of fat would make us desirable and happy. You might think, as I did, that chemo
If only we lived in another century. Our rolls of fat would make us desirable and happy. You might think, as I did, that chemo
Welcome. Some musings on my current preoccupations with the worlds of illness and the worlds of books, the vicissitudes of living with cancer and the need now, in my eighties, to imagine what new writing might be.