TAYA REID

As we travelled north on Thomas Road a car turning right onto a side street lunged out in front of us. I slammed on the brakes but couldn’t avoid the collision, a deafening crescendo of glass and metal splintering in the sun.

The nurse on duty after my mastectomy helps me order Uber Eats. I'm high as a kite and somehow have it in my head that I desperately need teriyaki chicken.

. I bought a few beads, designed a few necklaces. Bought some more beads, upgraded to gold plated findings, bought a better pair of pliers. Things evolved.

On the eve of a mastectomy

A miserable cancer Christmas card from me to you.