You are my everything, these scared days, you who read my twaddle and who respond, or don’t, doesn’t matter which. I see the stats, just general, but I know how many of you wonderful two legged creatures read me up. I cannot tell how how, right now, that makes me feel supported and, well, interesting. You will be interesting too. Know this and hold it tight, as you traverse the sticky roads to work, school, through troubles and strife, through pain and upskittlements. I am a fighter. You too. Know this as well. Although it is true that, in our own very personal happenings, we all walk alone, there are many others who walk a similar path. We may not see them, nor ever meet them in this life, but it matters not. Just to know it is enough. And, when I am scared, I don’t want to be fixed. I don’t want to hear that it will be over soon, because who can promise that? I don’t want to hear stories of rising from the sinking I am currently in, the swamp of it, like Duchess, my beautiful brave strong and loyal heavy horse, who ended her days on a wild shore in a night of hail and storm. If you want to know more, buy my book, Island Wife. It was the very worst night of my life, to leave her there, up to her oxters in a sucking bog, knowing she couldn’t possibly survive, all one ton of her, all her grace and fealty slowly, oh so slowly, freezing unto death. However, I make no connection t’ween my current fear and her dreadful demise. It just came out onthe page and I will leave it there, for she deserves her name to be known beyond my own troubled heart that cannot make sense of it, nor able, it seems, to let it, or her, go.

I know that cancer comes to the best of us. We do not deserve it as punishment, there is no such thing. No God nor gods, no past crimes of commission, nor omission, bring down the hammer on our heads. Life is not about just deserts, but, more, the chance, no, chances, (for they are endlessly proffered) to do good, to make right, to stand for justice and against injustice. This I believe and, indeed, practice. I also believe that all people, all people, are intrinsically good souls and doing their best, thus disallowing blame in one fell swoop. What the hell does that mean? Moving on……I am scared. The waiting for surgery, the unknown is a longth of minutes and days. I wake early, happy to see another, almost morning, check the stars or the cloud. Even clouds cannot control light. It will always out.

And there, I rest.