Three Springs and Counting
“This procedure will buy you more time. What more do we need to hear?”
I was diagnosed in the depths of winter. It was early December. The first prognosis was that I wouldn't survive the spring.
Well, I'm looking out the window as I write this at my third spring since then. The trees have finally exploded, turning green almost overnight. It was a beautiful year for the cherry blossoms and dogwoods. The streets were a riot of pink and red and white flowers.
So what should I make of surviving another season? I pretty much missed most of this past winter. I spent a lot of it in the hospital. Given a choice, I'll take spring any day.
But it does make me conscious of the passing of time, of the turning of the wheel. Time, after all, is precious to cancer patients. It's our currency. This procedure will buy you more time. What more do we need to hear?
Except, of course, there's the whole issue of the quality of the time we buy. But let's save that for another day.
All I want to say today is, Happy Spring. We made it.
7:14 AM ET | 04-22-2008 | permalink

