Square angels

I've been teaching "diagnosis stories" in my Writing Through Cancer class. For Breast Cancer Awareness month, here's a version of mine.

I could not bring anyone else into the lobby with me. The building was square and squat and gray, the opposite of a snow globe, tucked into a shopping center just off O Street. Kiernan drove me in the truck. At every stoplight, he grimaced and sighed and looked down at his chest, trying to pick some dried oatmeal off his sweater. “Parenthood is all abou…