Someone asked me yesterday if I am stressed. I said no, not really. I am at peace now. My reflections on past are few and far between, a life back to normal, devoid for years of living in the shadow of a life built on a foundation of conflict with everyone around them, and having it slowly soak your soul in their cancerous fluids.
It pains me to see a friend take the old path so many people fall into. Nothing anyone can do. He is in love, following the vacuum of a failed long term relationship and wants to be a hero to his new found love’s ongoing battles, hoping that this affection is returned.
He should of all people know better, based on his profession. For me, my joy and focus is on my child and my child only, drama was never central to my existence. I do pity the fools who try to get in the way of that reality for any man, any father who cares about his child(ren).
To all those who are about to face cancer in it’s many forms:
Cancer can be beaten!
Cancer will be beaten!
Cancer WAS beaten!
Life isn’t short. It’s only short if you fail to stop to smell the roses, the petunia’s and the tulips along it’s winding path!