There’s no cancer Mecca where everyone faces east at a specific time of day to pray. If your words are true, come sit with me and share your prayers. Else, please don’t say you pray as a good way to design an end to a conversation you’d rather not have. If I can handle nearly every night in the hospital since thanksgiving except for this last week, it’s okay not to pray or say you even think about it, but maybe you do. So, my heart says, “leave it alone and don’t look a gift rabbi in the mouth.” But I can’t.
Category: Friendship and Cancer
What causes friendships and metastatic cancer to repel one another like two magnets? The metastatic breast cancer diagnosis I received three and a half years ago sent most of my friends and family scattering like roaches under appliances in a suddenly lit kitchen.