My friend, Debbie died Saturday. Cancer took her life not long after her 40th birthday. I can’t talk about cancer. I can’t talk about death. I can’t face it. I should be able to, but I can’t. Something happened to me the day Joyce died. Something vital in me left with her. I think it was my ability to face serious illness head-on. Maybe one day I’ll be able to.
But today, I can’t.