It might seem strange, but getting cancer has been a gift of sorts. A gift that I would rather not have received none the less, but a gift.

Think about how you would act right now, if you knew this morning, that you were going to die tonight. You might break into tears, but you wouldn't waste any of your time crying. You wouldn't have time for many tears.

What would you do? I'm sure if your spouse was nex

In my dream, I am running barefooted down the beach. I am not running from anyone, not toward anyone. I am running just for fun. My strides are long, stretching my legs to their limit. It feels good. My hair streams out behind me, caught by the wind created by my own speed. I run, and I am never tired. I am smiling. I am whole and healthy.

When I wake, reality hits. I ache when I sit up in bed. Always, some part of me has an outright ache or a pale