This manuscript was submitted to the April 2019 Arts in Medicine theme issue.
“One”
It read.
Unassuming in black and white
Just another lab value
A tiny sign
Of a body overwhelmed
“Sometimes,”
She says.
“I want to stand
In the street
Maybe, I’ll get hit by a car.”
Words echo off the whitewashed walls.
“Tell me”
I say.
And she does
Of the man who took her life
The son who fought him,
The medications she cannot afford
Suddenly —
The one lone T cell
With all its weight
Gives under to the weight
Of her world
She sighs.
I see her now
As she sees herself
I imagine
That tiny T cell
All alone
Just waiting for the inevitable.
Image source: Analyzing Immune Activation by National Center for Advancing Translational Sciences (NCATS) licensed under .