Half Rack | Features | The Stranger, Seattle's Only Newspaper:
I had also just finished caring for a friend in my house while she went through brain surgery for a suspected cancerous tumor. By "just finished," I mean: There were 24 hours between when that friend left my house and when I walked into Swedish for my mammogram appointment. I had years of experience sitting in hospital waiting rooms contemplating other people's mortality. Brushing up against my own mortality, however, was like descending into the undercity tunnels of a much less familiar country.
Cancer takes you right to a cliff, and you have to choose quickly. Something. Jump.