Note: It’s Cindy Bolbach Week in my head, so I’m thinking of her wisdom as we approach the 3rd Sunday in Advent.
I hate cancer.
Breast cancer is my special enemy. I also have profound hatred for Non-Hodgkins lymphoma, liver cancer, cancer of the uterine lining, and . . . really, all of it sickens me.
I’ve watched cancer steal the body shapes, appetites, hair-dos, energy levels and souls of people I love. I have – most devastatingly – observed cancer sapping the faith of previously faithful people.
What Cindy has taught me is that There Is A Will To Live beyond common wisdom and understanding. I’ve witnessed hopefulness when no thinking person would still have hope. I’ve participated in gallows humor that kept us sane.
The exquisite E. (the tiny one) has shared that her father – the forester – knew when pine trees were about to die because they produced an enormous number of pine cones just before their lives ended. Human beings do this too.
And yet, even when it looks like cancer has won, it hasn’t. There is something beyond this life. I really have to believe this.