Out for a walk this morning, my heart is heavy.
My daughter-in-law starts two weeks of brain radiation today.
The bad news is that the previous treatment stopped working.
The good news is that the doctors have not given up.
My friends share stories of people who have survived for years with stage 4 cancer.
Cancer becomes a chronic illness to be managed.
As I walk my mind is a jumble of thoughts, memories, and half-baked plans.
My stomach hurts.
Walking in the cool morning air provides a brief respite.
I spot these new sculptures on the street where I walk often.
I know nothing about them or the artist.
I do know that they made me stop and smile.
I’ll take it.