Story 2: Agent Orange

The warning sign. The brain-coloured duvet cover, the one with the retro design, reminds me of the rich stews with lamb shanks I ate to build up my blood cells. For me, brown and tan and black belong to that dark death week when the chemotherapy was about vomit and phlegm and feces. During each cycle of the cell-death phase I was terribly constipated, a side effect of the anti-nauseants. Now I can’t stomach the sight of the thing—the duvet fabric—but I can’t throw it away so I decide to fashion it into a pleated skirt. Subscribe and rate on iTunes: apple.co/2vTke5A Follow @hiccupspodcast on Twitter and Instagram Want to contribute? Email: [email protected]