cooking, cancer, partnership, change
I learned to cook when my wife was recovering from cancer surgery. There’s a hollowness, kindred to cancer, hungry to swallow you up when a beloved’s life is threatened. I still remember, with a soul-deep ache, that time when her body was a battleground for scalpeling surgeons and monstrously mutated cells. Those harrowing days and their fulminating awareness of her mortality still haunts me. I’ve seen a lot of death in my short life; nothing disoriented me like her cancer.
Brown, Samuel Morris
"The Bread of Life, with Chocolate Chips,"
BYU Studies Quarterly: Vol. 58:
2, Article 9.
Available at: https://scholarsarchive.byu.edu/byusq/vol58/iss2/9