CHEMO GALS (2023)
Words by Keoni K. Wright If the chemo clinic was a bus terminal along the road to recovery, then I was the degenerate in the corner sipping his breakfast out of a brown paper bag. I wandered into my chemo sessions like the lost and languid, perpetually proud of my hangover and the visible bruises on my body from the weekend's rugby match. No one around me ever dared to penetrate the halo of "fuck-offedness" I projected. Fun fact - people who frequent chemo clinics tend to have a lot on their minds. Another fun fact - following a cancer diagnosis, people tend to become selfish pricks. But that's okay because... well... they have fucking cancer. I was a very particular type of prick. I was a Navy prick. This detail is critical to my story (although, maybe not to this story). I was receiving my cancer treatment, chemo and all, at Tripler Army Medical Center in Honolulu. I was also living on the Army base just "up the hill" from the hospital. As a Navy cancer p...