Except for the Cancer I'm Fine
Lori Jakiela2021-02-19T11:21:48-05:00February 4, 2021| “Is disease something we’re born with and prone to, or the result of a life lived in a place that can make anyone sick?” By Lori Jakiela A creek in my hometown—Trafford, Pennsylvania—used to run orange with sulfur and mine drainage, and the air near the creek smelled like rotten eggs, some days more than others. The fish that came from the creek were catfish, deformed, pox-ridden, with huge, panicked eyes. My friends and I would find them washed up dead. We’d poke them with sticks until they’d spurt.
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