Fighting Cancer Is a Lonely Journey

Fighting cancer is a lonely journey that can only be understood by those dealing with the over-shadowing ogre of death. We push the monster away, consciously denying its existence, but it is still there. No matter what one’s age, there is a strong longing for life, for just one more adventure, one more sun-stroked day washed with the fragrance of a growing earth. Moments shared with loved ones are beyond the realm of “treasures” and become a merging of mind, heart and spirit. Life becomes defined by moments which take flight like giant snowflakes, softly landing as flower petals drifting to earth. I yearn for spring with its cool promise of new life, and its delicate beauty laced with sprinkles of color.