that the kind of tumor Caroline had is known among medical types as the Asshole Tumor, because it just turns you into a monster.
So here’s this girl missing a fifth of her brain who’s just had a recurrence of the Asshole Tumor,
and so she was not, you know, the paragon of stoic cancer-kid heroism.
She was... I mean, to be honest, she was a bitch. But you can’t say that, because she had this tumor,
and also she’s, I mean, she’s dead. And she had plenty of reason to be unpleasant, you know?” I knew.
“You know that part in An Imperial Affliction when Anna’s walking across the football field to go to PE or whatever
and she falls and goes face-first into the grass and that’s when she knows that the cancer is back and in her nervous system
and she can’t get up and her face is like an inch from the football-field grass and she’s just stuck there looking at this grass up close,
noticing the way the light hits it and... I don’t remember the line
but it’s something like Anna having the Whitmanesque revelation that the definition of humanness
is the opportunity to marvel at the majesty of creation or whatever. You know that part?”
“I know that part,” I said. “So afterward, while I was getting eviscerated by chemo, for some reason I decided to feel really hopeful.
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