I have a friend who was recently diagnosed with breast cancer. She is preparing for surgery and chemo. I don't think she sees herself as brave or strong, but she is. When I spoke with her this afternoon, she talked about breast cancer as simply a bump in the road on her journey to becoming a registered nurse.
She isn't alone. She is surrounded by love, and she knows this.
Saint Marty has a poem for his friend this evening . . .
21 of "Fall" from Yellow Dog Journal
by: Judith Minty
When the sun falls,
oaks pull in their branches
and shadows
creep closer to the cabin.
I am never alone in these woods.
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