“We know what we are, but know not what we may be” – William Shakespeare My mother died at 54 of pancreatic cancer. My father…
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Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. Ralph Waldo Emerson This year has been a bitch, a…
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― Jalaluddin Rumi
There are four jagged marks on my abdomen; One runs north from my belly button about three inches as a deep purplish bumpy ribbon, like something is slithering just beneath the surface of the skin. Three others, little, red, uneven potholes, are to the far right and left. I have yet another where the middle finger of my left hand used to reside.
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The curious paradox is that when I accept myself just as I am, then I can change. – Carl Rogers
I cannot think of a more powerful truth than one we experience personally. Perhaps this is obvious to everyone but me.
As the doctor spoke about what this, a second blood clot, meant to my physiology, I felt the outer boundaries of life scooch inward. I felt older, more breakable. I even felt, gulp, the urge to ask, “What did I do to deserve this?”
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