carbonated joy

cancer does not discriminate between the sinner and the saint. 

It doesn’t care about ages, wages, or stages.

It just takes, and takes, and takes.

As an act of rebellion…

we keep living and loving anyway.

I glanced around the infusion room today…

It loudly dawned on me…

there are no cookie cutters in the clinic.

Every ugly expression of the disease is different. 

Every beautiful face is different. 

There is struggle and survival…

despair and hope…

goodness and grace…

etched into the eyes.

Every story is different.

There are no cookie cutters in the clinic.

Each soul is inimitable.

Each life an original. 

That’s a great reason to keep living anyway.

EVERY story is needed. 

EVERY life is irreplaceable.

I pray silent prayers for each of my fellow fighters…

The world needs them.

The end of this fight is coming…

The belly bully is going down.

There is great hope here…

I’m willing to wait for it. 

I’m willing to fight for it.