You know the scene in Grey’s Anatomy where the patient receives bad news? Been there. Done that.
4 months shy of my 35th birthday my oncologist said it was unlikely I’d celebrate it. I’m 46 years old now. I need only look at the roadmap of scars traversing my body to remember I’m on borrowed time.
I attended elementary school four blocks away from my front door so I walked myself to and from school. On the walk home I was regularly taunted by classmates who would chant, “Wetback Go Home!”
I am not from Mexico. I was born in America. My parents and grandparents were also…