Monday, October 3, 2011
The real journey
I don't have a lot time since the kids are at the park with Lawrence and Uncle Andy, running off their endless energy - spinning, reeling with the new bad news. I found out this morning that the cancer is back, in my liver. Metastatic breast cancer - two tumours, 11 cm each. Same shit, different place. I begin a radical hammer like chemo tomorrow, so if you are the praying type, bring it on - and pray your asses off I make it through. The irony of this past weekend's run for the cure as I sat having diagnostic imaging done is not lost on me. We are stunned, bewildered, messed up. As Wendell Berry says: It maybe when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey.