Lee Faison
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I. About Face This was certainly not the way I planned to forego my chemotherapy sessions. I always abhorred the notion because I saw what it did to mom. Before breast cancer, long-flowing, crimson-colored tresses were her signature; what made her relatable to those in and outside the family circle. The lady with the red hair was the talking point amongst the village contingent on days when animus didn't give way to reason. But by the third infusion, the identity crisis had begun—at least for me. Coming to terms with how chemo was making her over had displaced my security. In absolutely no regard under the sun should a man’s mother become a stranger to him, but the writing on the wall told a grave story. She changed. I changed with her. So when I was diagnosed with Stage 3 lung cancer of my own, vanity wouldn’t let me grieve the grimness of the diagnosis, but the effects of what the treatment might reduce me to.
By Lee Faison4 years ago in Fiction
Sale Price
On this side of the ledger, one is subject to run across those instances wherein drastic times will call for drastic measures. At the going rate these days, that's par for the course. But lack of discernment can take one just a little too far over the edge—to the point of no return in fact. In the following story, Charles Androne's cohort Interlichia held that truth to be self-evident.
By Lee Faison5 years ago in Serve
