“No more normal life,” is the last thing I said to my doctor when she asked me to describe my daily activity. I don’t have a spleen. I don’t have a lot of things, a spleen being one of them. “Asplenic: Administer Broad Spectrum Antibiotics” is what my medical bracelet says. I run to Sloan-Kettering Urgent Care when I spike a fever. They take blood cultures and nasal swabs and give me antibiotics quickly. I’m grateful. I get sick easy. With no spleen, and a system exhausted by chemo and radiation and cell proliferation… My body is like a city always on code alert. Cops in riot gear always in the street. I don’t know if I’ve gotten used to the anarchy. Cancer is part of my nature. I’ve come to accept that.