I’m pleased and relieved to know that my life won’t be ending as soon as I expected. And I well understand that the last portion of that life probably won’t be pretty: cancer deaths are a nasty business. All of which is OK. But I had hoped to have some time when I felt like I did before cancer entered my life—like I felt when my only health problem was chronic pain in my back and right leg. (“Only” doesn’t really fit in that sentence.) I haven’t seen that time yet. I hope it’s out there somewhere.
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