Cancer
Everyone's fear. She noticed a little bump where one wasn't supposed to be. Friends and I laughed it off, knowing the odds were with us, that this was nothing or less. We were wrong. Stage IV, spread to lungs, liver, bones. Now we're a year and a half into chemo, radiation, hair loss, tears, offers of "anything you need, let me know," while the insidious molecules spread and shrink just under her skin. She is a warrior, way stronger than even I thought when I asked her to spend the rest of her life with me. I've been with her while doctors have uttered words to her that would send 99.9% of us reeling into the void, and she just nods and asks about the next step, ready to face whatever they decide to put her through. Not to say she hasn't broken down. Sometimes the facade cracks. Those times have been the hardest for me. What bright thing could I say that would outshine the darkness that is killing her from the inside out? The u...
