It's been quite the journey so far. Today, I finished my second of countless sessions of chemotherapy. I get a week off, now.
In my sessions in the infusion room, I have met and talked to several patients, many of whom are worse off than I am. Their stories sometimes seem almost bizarre in the things that they have had to confront, endure, and overcome.
Out there in the world, these strong, resilient people may not look like much, but they are warriors of the highest order. They fight their battles in obscure places, often in silence, sometimes alone, with little applause.
Some are not alone, and their caregivers have selflessly rearranged their own lives in the service of their loved ones. They are warriors too, and their stories of overcoming in caretaking are often amazing.
And yet, most still can smile and even laugh. Most have a grip on the day and live it out this day with as much joy as they can manage. And most of those I have talked to have an abiding faith, made stronger by all they have had to endure. Their pain has forged their faith into their greatest weapon against despair.
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