Fighting the Good Fight

by Lesley on February 28, 2013 · 2 comments

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My life changed rapidly one afternoon last fall. I’d been pacing the house waiting for Jonathan’s phone call about his test results. And when it came, and he said “Cancer,” I collapsed into my chair and fell apart.

I remember sobbing the tears that don’t let you catch your breath; the kind that make you gasp for air and wail in such a way you don’t recognize your own primal sounds. Rocking back and forth, I stared at the blackboard on our kitchen wall. It read, “Sun is shining, weather is sweet, makes you want to move your dancing feet.” I’d written the Bob Marley lyric in August, after I’d given birth to Anna. We’d been living in a dizziness of warmth since then her arrival that I’d never felt before, and certainly didn’t think would end so abruptly.

A couple things happened after Jonathan’s cancer diagnosis. Almost at once, strangers began offering well-intentioned advice about asparagus diets and sperm preservation.  While the imposing guidance was really no one’s business but ours, it was easier to digest than some of the commentary around how we should feel… READ MORE over at LOVE AND RESPECT NOW

photo credit to Sarah Oskay

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