Alice comes to the house four times a week now. She helps me clean up and get ready for the day.
She said something today, in passing, that stopped me cold.
She's faced cancer three time already, herself. And so has just about everyone else in her family.
Here I thought it was all about me. It's not.
She's gone through chemo, radiation — the usual. None of it easy, none of it pleasant. But she got through it, and now she takes care of me.
It's so easy to get wrapped up in our own problems. So easy to just focus on our disease.
Alice reminds me every morning that the disease attacks so many of us. Too many of us.
All we can do is keep fighting.