My boat has capsized in the vast, vast ocean.
All that I hold dear, I kept in that boat. While some of my treasures are still safe in the boat, many have found their way into the icy, cold water.
I, too, am floating. All around me I see loved ones struggling against the waves, the chill and the fear.
Frantically I am reaching out, trying to grab each and every one, but...
I only have two hands.
Some of them make it back to the boat. They are tired and weak, but safe.
I am trying so hard to hold onto all of them all. I can feel my grip slipping.
One minute they are there, the next...They are gone.
I am left behind, trying not to drown in my grief.
And while I thank God everyday for the treasures I still have in my boat,
I miss the ones that I lost in the vast, vast ocean.
This is what cancer means to me.
Although Noah and the Arks may sound childlike and simple, to me it symbolizes so much more. My brother Noah made it into the boat. I cannot even type this without tears overwhelming me. Our family (his arks) did everything we could to keep him afloat during his battle. He won his battle, as did my father-in-law. My grandpa Gil did not. One of my closest friends, Ginny, has been fighting the waves for four years. She is losing and I am drowning. Cancer has scarred my life in so many ways and I have never even had it.
--Written August 2010
On September 10, 2010 my dear friend Ginny lost her battle with Adrenal Cortical Carcinoma.
We love you Gin, we will continue the fight in your memory.
All that I hold dear, I kept in that boat. While some of my treasures are still safe in the boat, many have found their way into the icy, cold water.
I, too, am floating. All around me I see loved ones struggling against the waves, the chill and the fear.
Frantically I am reaching out, trying to grab each and every one, but...
I only have two hands.
Some of them make it back to the boat. They are tired and weak, but safe.
I am trying so hard to hold onto all of them all. I can feel my grip slipping.
One minute they are there, the next...They are gone.
I am left behind, trying not to drown in my grief.
And while I thank God everyday for the treasures I still have in my boat,
I miss the ones that I lost in the vast, vast ocean.
This is what cancer means to me.
Although Noah and the Arks may sound childlike and simple, to me it symbolizes so much more. My brother Noah made it into the boat. I cannot even type this without tears overwhelming me. Our family (his arks) did everything we could to keep him afloat during his battle. He won his battle, as did my father-in-law. My grandpa Gil did not. One of my closest friends, Ginny, has been fighting the waves for four years. She is losing and I am drowning. Cancer has scarred my life in so many ways and I have never even had it.
--Written August 2010
On September 10, 2010 my dear friend Ginny lost her battle with Adrenal Cortical Carcinoma.
We love you Gin, we will continue the fight in your memory.
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