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In Pursuit of The Big C

March 28, 2016

Looking down that clinical and well-lit hospital hallway, and knowing I’m going to be proudly walking through its chemo gauntlet again. I take a step, and I will slowly lose weight, I take another and they put a tube in my stomach to feed me, I take another one and I’m lying in surgery wondering if I will survive it, but I tell myself, this is not what’s going to be done to me, this is what I’m doing to cancer, and my soul is somehow occupying the high ground, and each step I take is an advance on the retreating suicide terrorist that tried to kill me and is no fleeing, but dragging its feet, tumbling, falling down ahead of me, lying there, looking in terror over its shoulder, knowing that now it’s my turn to return the favor.

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