“Look, babe!” I said, picking a pink figurine out of a
display, and holding it right next to my delighted grin. “It’s Batman, the
breast cancer fairy.”
“That makes it sound like Batman brings breast cancer to
people, and…” my Piano Man began to say, but seemed to change his mind halfway.
“Well, I guess the tooth fairy takes teeth and leaves money. Maybe Batman takes
tumors and leaves—”
“Life and laughter and bad-ass fairy dust?” I asked, gently
shaking Batman above my head, making sure all the fighting dust landed on my
chemo-thinned hair.
Then my Piano Man and I kissed, before adding The Pink
Knight to our October.
In my home, October is New York Comic Con. It’s knee-high
boots and pumpkin chili. It’s stories of loved ones no longer living. It’s
skulls, cosplay, and wonder. October is black and pink and fierce.
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| Batman, the Breast Cancer Fairy |
