The bright hour : a memoir of living and dying / Nina Riggs.
Riggs provides a memoir of living meaningfully with 'death in the room' after her terminal cancer diagnosis.
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- ISBN: 9781432843465
- ISBN: 143284346X
- Physical Description: 407 pages (large print) ; 23 cm.
- Edition: Large print hardback edition.
- Publisher: Waterville, Maine : Thorndike Press, a part of Gale, a Cengage Company, 2017.
- Copyright: ©2017
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General Note: | Originally published: New York : Simon & Schuster, 2017. |
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Festus Public Library | 362.196 Riggs LP (Text) | 32017000077784 | Adult Non-Fiction | Available | - |
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The Bright Hour : A Memoir of Living and Dying
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The Bright Hour : A Memoir of Living and Dying
The Bright Hour 1. One Small Spot The call comes when John is away at a conference in New Orleans. Let's not linger on the thin light sifting into our bedroom as I fold laundry, the last leaves shivering on the willow oak outside--preparing to let go but not yet letting go. The heat chattering in the vent. The dog working a spot on her leg. The new year hanging in the air like a question mark. The phone buzzing on the bed. It's almost noon. Out at the school, the kids must be lining up for recess, their fingers tunneling into their gloves like explorers. Cancer in the breast, the doctor from the biopsy says. One small spot. One small spot. I repeat it to John, who steps out of a breakout session when he sees my text. I repeat it to my mom, who says, "You've got to be kidding me. Not you, already." I repeat it to my dad who shows up at my house with chicken soup. I repeat it to my best friend, Tita, and she repeats it to me as we sit on the couch obsessing over all twenty words of the phone conversation with the doctor. I repeat it brushing my teeth, in the carpool line, unclasping my bra, falling asleep, walking the aisles of the grocery store, walking on the greenway, lying in the cramped, clanky cave of the MRI machine while they take a closer look. One small spot. It becomes a chant, a rallying cry. One small spot is fixable. One small spot is a year of your life. No one dies from one small spot. "Oh, breast cancer," I remember my great-aunt saying before she died at age ninety-three of heart failure. "That's something I did in the 1970s." Excerpted from The Bright Hour: A Memoir of Living and Dying by Nina Riggs All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.