The days when there is nothing to fight, no appointments or treatments. Nothing but time to consider and wait, knowing the pain that will come.
In this quiet there is tension, the swishing of a cat’s tail and the approach of a storm. I text a friend to wait until safer days to travel. There is the bitter temptation to quit now, to lie down and await the overcoming illness.
Rest rather than confront cancer yet again.
Swallowing some water, I read:
“It may be that the best and most rewarding decision you can make is to stay the course, even when it would be so much simpler to turn and walk away.” —Craig Groeschel
The past months have taken their toll, adding scars on top of scars. But I will continue to fight.