People are coming out of the woodwork to take care of me and my amazing, primary caretaker/husband SW. I can’t believe it! The fridge is full of quality food, transportation schedules are drafted, and vases are full of beautiful blooms. When I sit down calmly and look at what is going on, I can’t help but shed tears of joy.
With complete confidence, I can state that I am able to tolerate this horrible situation because of the friends and family I have around me. I am baffled. Is it me? Is it them? Is it the full moon arriving tonight? I have no clue.
I will never be caught saying, “Cancer is a blessing.” Unless, I suppose, if I’ve had way too many beers and I’m also sporting a big, fat, middle finger in the air. However, cancer has exposed me to enormous amounts of human kindness, for that, I am fortunate