My Dog Knew I Had Cancer Before I Did

New ways of measuring our lifespans

“You have good veins,” the nurse says, patting the soft blue hill in the bend of my arm with her index finger. Everytime she says this I feel blushingly proud. Proud like I did something to earn my good veins. Like my good veins are cobblestone streets and I worked overtime for years laying each red brick myself. Like my good veins were once bad veins t…