OncoLink - Abramson Cancer Center of the University of Pennsylvania

If disease had a flavor, it would be peanut butter and jelly.

While I was still in grade school, my mother was diagnosed with late-stage breast cancer. I learned how to spell words such as estrogen, radiation and mastectomy. I learned that a breast was a circle with no beginning and no end. And from this experience, I painted the universe. Otherwise, the acknowledgement that my mother received a prognosis of only a few months to live seemed impossible.