William “Bill” Bradley was one of my professors. He was also an allied traveler in the space where literature and medicine meet. His undergraduate years, like mine, were marred by medical drama; he was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s lymphoma in his sophomore year and ended up leaving school for a time to pursue chemotherapy. The cancer went into remission, and he completed his studies and became a published writer. Much of his prose dealt with the human experience in illness.
When I returned to school in the fall of 2014 after brain surgery and sudden hearing loss, Bill happened to be teaching as a visiting professor, and I took one of his writing courses. He was the first writer to affirm that my medical experiences were worthwhile subjects in of themselves, and even encouraged me to submit my work to journals. After the 2014-15 academic year, he took up a teaching position in Ohio, but we kept in touch via email. Sadly, his lymphoma returned in 2017 and he passed away.
In our last email exchange, I sent him a manuscript for an essay that I considered to be my magnum opus. After reading it, he responded that I would be destined for great things. I consider this site to be the next step in my development as a writer, and Bill is an animating spirit behind this project.