Waking up to reality
I fell asleep last night to the roar of St. Patrick’s day continuing into the wee hours of the night. I woke to a call from T that two people we know with cancer had lumps reappear after thinking it was done. I read in the NYT yesterday about a cancer patient calling for a new language that does not call a person a victim, that does not denote the therapy as fighting cancer, battling cancer, who was looking for a way to speak about this that puts some truth around the disease.
I lay in bed afterwards and thought again how health is a gift.