By Hana Gammon
The other day at the thrift store, I bought four crocheted doilies. Two bucks for the lot of them. My son, who was with me, asked if I knew whether they were made by machine or by hand. By hand, I told him. No machine can navigate such tight twists and turns.
He thought about it for a moment and opened his mouth to ask something else. But he was distracted by a mug on the bargain shelf, printed with big, bold letters:
This is my chemo mug and I will smash it into a thousand bits when it’s all over.
This piece has such a bittersweet loveliness to it.
“no machine can navigate such tight twists and turns”
and then the intact chemo mug…
Lovely use of images and simbolism.
Truly moving. Very real shock of sadness at the end. Well done.