But the body has its own memory: It remembers who hurt it. On an irrational level, I felt wronged by those whom I saw as having “poisoned” me (people in lab coats, phlebotomists, my mother) and by those who encouraged me to think positively about it (friends, Hallmark cards, the “cancer books” section of Barnes & Noble). Finding the silver lining felt like part of the punishment.
This quote provides some insight on the extent of trauma that periods of treatment can have. How does its inclusion add to this retelling of events? How does it add to your understanding of the effects that going through something like this had on her?
