We passed too often in the night of this disease, Pat Steer and I.
We made plans that sometimes turned out too hard to keep.
One of our plans was to get together at the Creekside, to talk books and dogs, but she got sicker, and I was suddenly very sick. We planned for phone calls that fell through and for my driving over for sit-down talks at her condo that I never had enough time for.
I wanted to have her tell me how to to cope with a disease that neither of us wanted.
She lived with stage IV rectal cancer for 8 years. After five years of early stage colon cancer, my cancer has returned in an unexpected way, and I desperately want some of those eight years. What a special gift that would be. Read the rest of this entry »