Throughout the book, she refers to herself as "the side effect," which is just totally correct. Cancer kids are essentially side effects of the relentless mutation that made the diversity of life on earth possible.
My stay in Camp Betty was the longest I'd been without drink or drugs in my adult life. [. . . ] At first, they put me in a room with a guy who owned a bowling alley, but he snored like an asthmatic horse, so I moved and ended up with a depressive mortician. [. . . ] The mortician snored even louder than the bowling alley guy - he was like a moose with a tracheotomy.