In the fairy tales we grew up on, life begins and ends in sweet gentle strokes. But in the reality of our post cancer world today, the end of life can approach in meaningless violent waves upon waves that renders all involved bewildered and nauseous.
My heart goes out to anyone dealing with this devious disease. I had no idea of the extent of its sneakiness and malice. And still do not fully comprehend it.
But as I stay awake this night, trying to bring into perspective the day that is behind us, and the day that is about to begin, my mind goes back again and again to the absurdity of money spent on fighting ideological battles that seem trivial compared to beating this mean and nasty disease that is being fought quietly and defenselessly in homes and bedrooms and hospital rooms and hospices around our world…
I believe in meaningful and peaceful beginnings and ends. It is worth fighting for. And in the meanwhile, there is always the power of prayer…
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