Pork and Cabbage Soup
When I think back on most years of my life, I am able to remember being sick once every year or two — and when I started teaching — every year. Sometimes, it went on for more than two months, lingering, wearing me down, leaving me longing for a chest that felt free of the elephant that seemed to be sitting on it, and the racking cough that left my ribs sore from the exertion — sometimes even cracking them. I’ve never been told I have a chronic illness, but if I had, I wonder whether it would have changed anything. I know when I’m getting sick.