Right, wrong or indifferent. Call it sheltered or unexposed. But I never thought of cancer as something other then an organism that operated at the microscopic level. Lacking a body, lacking substance, and lacking shape. Once you learn that it does have a shape, that it grows, that it can be touched and is sometimes quite large... you learn to despise it.
Ran a few miles today, not a run goes by where a mile or two is not spent raging aginst cancer. Every footfall causing an imaginary footprint trampling it underfoot. It seems to be a therapy that works. No sense in changing that right now.
"Now I believe there comes a time, where everything just falls in line, we live and learn from our mistakes and the deepest cuts are healed by faith"
Backstory
My wife was diagnosed with breast cancer in the fall of 2008. It was caught early. Aggressive bilateral mastectomy was the choice. My concern was the lack of a cohesive focus to find a cure. I wanted a definitive course, I wanted strong leadership, I wanted to know the solution. So, I did what any normally crazy supportive co-survivor would do... enlisted for an ironman. Donation link is http://www.kintera.org/faf/donorreg/donorpledge.asp?ievent=296523&supID=249789425
Friday, March 27, 2009
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