Okay, universe, did you READ my last post about the past and the future? Did you SEE how I didn’t mention Cancer in my future ONE TINY BIT? Did you see that I’d even left advocacy behind, in hopes that it would remove the gram of sadness that walks with me every day, tugging on my skirt, asking for attention? Did you not GET the messages I left on your karmic answering machine?
And yet, I’ve had three — no, four — reminders this week that perhaps my advocacy work is not done.
1. The Health article about IBC and me has just been reprinted in “The Annals of …”, and is now being used in classrooms. I found out because an e-friend and fellow IBC survivor, Aimee, wrote to me and told me that last week’s class assignment was to report on that article or one of four others.
3. I received an email out of the blue last week from a woman who was just diagnosed with breast cancer, looking for a cancer buddy. She was starting chemo the next day, and she found a message I’d left on the Mothers With Cancer message board a year ago, offering to hold patient’s hands as they walked this lonely journey. I honestly hadn’t thought of it in ages, but we’ve exchanged a dozen messages now, and it honestly doesn’t feel scary like I thought it would. Instead it doesn’t feel like enough. (Please pray for my cancer buddy, Denise. She has three of four chemo treatments to go.)
The last arrived just moments ago. KT, one of our MWC writers, passed away. I’m on my way to her blog, to leave what comfort I can in the few words that I have to give. It’s too late for her, but she leaves behind a husband, children (Emma, Leah, Frances, and 3 year old Jesse), and a world of hurt.
How can I just walk away?