Thursday, April 28, 2011
How strange it is to gloat over the passing of time when that passing means moving away from the point of cancer. Today marks two years cancer-free. And yet, moving past the point of cancer seems never to mean it is really gone. Even its shadow has tentacles. It seems as poor form to celebrate such an event as to be happy that one’s home was spared in the wake of a tornado that obliterated a neighbor’s home. When I think of all my friends and acquaintances who have not been able to continue that celebration, all I can do is be quietly thankful and remember that “cancer-free” is never a certain decree.