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A Good Cry
Took myself outside;
~ by Lung Cancer Widow (Anonymous)
The Shoe Time
I fell in love with him many times over the years we spent together. Sometimes the "falling" was intense and overwhelming; other times it was gentle and tender. But the most poignant time was what I call "the shoe time."
He was sitting on the edge of the bed. His belly was swollen with the cancer that had slowly been taking him away from me for the past 14 months. We were getting ready to go see the oncologist. We were out of options; the chime from the clock in our bedroom was growing more invasive with each passing hour. We needed to leave the house or we were going to be late, and yet, he was just sitting there. He was facing away from me, so I came around the bed. There was a new anguish in his eyes, but it wasn't physical anguish - that much I knew.
"What's wrong?" I asked quietly.
He could not speak but merely shifted his eyes toward his shoes - and all at once, I understood. I kneeled down, picked up his foot, put it in his shoe, and tied the lace. I looked up at his face, the mix of sadness and acceptance, love and pain. He nodded and smiled, mostly with his eyes. Then he moved his other foot toward my hand. I fell in love with him all over again tying that second shoe.
That day was a very special one in my life. It was both the best and the last time I would have the opportunity to fall in love with him before cancer forced us to say our earthly goodbyes.
~ by T. M. St. John
It’s Friday, the day of the test.
It’s Monday, the doctor should call.
And now it’s close to three;
At four the phone is ringing;
At five the doctor calls.
By Ruth Mushock
Since my first diagnosis
Life for me has changed
One thing I really hate
My cup may be filled only half
My future, of course, I can’t see
By Ruth Mushock
|Last Updated on Thursday, 02 April 2009 03:51|