Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen. – Winston Churchill
Frailty, thy name is cancer.
One moment, an oracle, another, a despot; it’s wedged its way in the crevice of each day – lurking, threatening to erupt if I give it too much attention.
Or too little.
Six months ago, I burst out of the oncologist’s office with an uncontainable laugh. I’d just found out the philadelphia (ie. leukemia) gene was at the lowest it had ever been. When David pointed this out to my doctor, he acknowledged with a smile that yes, you are doing very well, and several other words that I somehow understood to mean I was past the goal line and I was out of danger and this was as close to remission as CML gets.
I don’t know what I was thinking.
Only the weak are cruel. Gentleness can only be expected from the strong. – Leo Buscaglia
He was tall in the bed and I could see the silver through his eyelids. His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do – the best ones. The ones who rise up and say, ‘I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come.'” – Marcus Zusak
Shall we accept good from Him and not trouble? – Job
It has been a week of tears.
Not all tears are bad.
Wednesday’s tears were beautiful. The girls happily ensconced in their dance teachers’ capable hands, I enjoyed a built-in pause in the middle of my day at Tim Horton’s, sipping steeped tea with one of those people who gets me better than most – someone I feel just as comfortable crying with as laughing.
And we laughed.
Then we cried.
How did the world got so much darker than it used to be?