Reaching toward the phone on my bedside table—a halfhearted effort to silence my alarm before it riles the cats further—I am reminded that today will be another spent in pain and discomfort.
To live, I must continue not to blink, lest the scythe of the reaper cut me down. So, I stare back. Unwavering. Stalwart. Tired, nonetheless.
I was going to expound on how today’s oncology appointment was one of the most important of my journey so far, but I realized...