When I Didn’t Die of Breast Cancer
18 min readJan 9, 2021
While cuddled against me, my wife brought about my latest bout with death.
“You have a bump,” she said, prodding my chest.
“How do I have a bump?”
“Does it hurt?” she asked.
“Because you jabbed at it. Otherwise, no.”
She poked it again. “Well, it’s there.”