Archive of a Breast Cancer Survivor
I wanted to start the New Year of 2005 with some profound understanding of where I was heading in the next year of my life. I wanted to be able to wrap my fingers around some concrete knowledge, which would aid me in a zen-like state, where I could rise above my body and see the world and everything around myself for what it is, or what I could pretend it was. But I am afraid I can do nothing of the sort. All I can aim for is a pause in the breath of a day, where the blue sky will bring me the ultimate pleasure, or the song of a bird will possess more vibrancy than the total minutes taken to walk the surface of the moon. As I look at this picture of myself with my newly cut hair in preparation for chemo, I want to take this time to thank each and every single love, friend, companion, and hand-holding person who has assisted me thus far in this unusual journey I am facing. Thank you dearly for supporting me and being my friend. Thank you for your phone calls and your words which have meant everything. Thank you. May we all be blessed with the sweet song of a bluebird sitting pretty on our shoulders leading the way to
profound love and friendship in the coming year of 2005.