Friends came to see me Friday. True friends. Friends that call me to see how I am doing. Is there anything I need? When can we see you? Those kind of friends. And it was wonderful to see them again. We mostly talked about everything else but cancer which was liberating. Not talk about cancer! Imagine that! I did fill them in as to my health status because they wanted to know and we discussed my treatment plan but that was it. I almost felt cancer-less. I almost felt like I did pre-cancer. Like in my life before cancer. But the dirty little cancer pig would poke my sides where the catheters are. And he would also remind me I couldn't enjoy the homemade foods they brought me because of my low residue diet. And their foods were so lovingly prepared! And they brought paper plates and utensils so I wouldn't have to do any dishes. I could save my breath.
Save my breath. I want to take the deepest breath and scream from the tallest mountain, "Find a cure for cancer!!! Any cancer!! Give back someone's life!!" But I can't, 'cause I'm unable to climb that mountain. I can barely climb the six steps into my home. But I feel the scream inside of me and it is the scream of many people.
We're getting there. Slowly but surely. One breath at a time.
