by Karin Hamet
“So, my sister Birgit told me…”Hey Roachie, my breast is getting deformed.” She tells me this casually at our favorite sushi spot, on her birthday. We stopped at my house and she lifts her shirt…to show me this. This which can not be unseen. My lungs emptied of air. Without formal diagnosis I knew it had found her AGAIN. I took a picture in that moment. Why, I don’t know. Maybe because I knew…we knew…this was a defining moment. I couldn’t still my hands or take time to focus, because it was all too clear. Her “Burden to Bare”. “
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