One year ago today, right around this time of night, I was next to Eve in the ICU. She was tangled in tubing. She was in pain and under-medicated. She was having Tylenol shoved up her butt. She was having spasms if we turned off Dora.
She was recovering from the removal of all those tumors.
Today, her scar is faded. Today, she has hair. Today, she has no port.
(Today, she bit the living hell out of my finger.)
She's alive. She's spunky. And apparently she has a taste for human flesh.
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