CRUISING IN MY BODY
It is rather bizarre to once again be in a body that has cancer. Oh, we all know that cancer cells appear with frightening regularity, and that most times, our immune systems suppress them. Or eat them for lunch. But apparently this time my immune system was eating fries with ketchup at some backwater diner in Indiana. Or Ohio. Whatever. I really cannot be angry at my immune system, for after all, it has kept me safe for the last almost-ten years since my last dance with cancer. But on less generous days, I shake an imaginary fist at it asking, Couldn't you have been more vigilant for another couple of years? Please? And as I live within this body I re-imagine a post I did some years back during cancer where I compared myself to an old Citroen jalopy with wheel hubs falling off, brakes sketchy, and the steering wheel out of true. Apparently, walking 5-6 miles per day, loving one's husband and kids, eating healthily, belonging to a church, ...
