Only a Cry Away

Over the holidays, I saw my cousin-in-law who is undergoing chemo for ovarian cancer. When she walked in, she was hunched and moving slowly. “The Chemo-walk,” I later told her. “You’ve got it.” I urged her about some things I knew about, like getting a temporary handicap placard for your car, and getting a wheelchair just to save energy. “Your energy will be less and less,” I told her. Besides her, I spoke with few. I wasn’t in the mood for celebrations nor company but that’s not part of the holiday spirit so I mingled. Later, I tossed and turned the…

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