It’s a beautiful morning for a walk with my dog. The birds are singing, the temperature is in the low 70’s which is unusual for the desert this time of year. The cool breeze kisses the nape of my neck like a long dead lover.
These early walks are a time for deep thought and reflection. You see, I have cancer. Although it is an indisputable fact, I find it hard to believe. Other than fatigue, I don’t feel any different. I am not sure if the fatigue is from the cancer, the stress, or the idea of it living inside me. Next week, I have surgery and begin a new path to recovery.
I turn the corner to head home, and as I do, I pass a tall pine tree. I smell the resin from its needles; the air is cooler under its…
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