I went through chemotherapy and radiation almost ten years ago, well, finished up nine years ago, last month, and yet the pain that pours through me with Kim's stages shocks me. I went through it, started this blog to talk about it, wrote a book. I should be done, right?
Kim is 39. I was 55. Why isn't this wound healed? I go through this with Kim thinking of her mother. Pain! Pain! Pain!
I wish I had words to offer, words of wisdom, comfort and support - oh, look at me now - I am well, and all I feel, in this moment is, how do we survive such pain? I am stunned by the pain. Stunned, and maybe the difference now is tears flow more freely. I am a melt.