Sunday, April 22, 2007

You completed your tour of duty

In the cancer zone. And survived.

You were wounded, yes, but not permanently. You faced fear. Cried tears. Faced death. But ultimately, you made it back home.

The price is that every three months, you have to go back. Just temporarily. Just a quick visit. Every three months, a helicopter will take you back, and drop you -- just for the day! -- back in the jungle. Hopefully, you'll just wander around the jungle, then get picked up and returned home. But everytime, you know. You may have to stay in the jungle. You may be called for another tour.

The date is on your calendar. Time grows closer to Scan Day, and it is like you just left last week.

It's scary. And you cry a little. But it's the price you pay for getting to return home.

And God, is it worth it.

1 comment:

ms. kitty said...

You are in my heart, LE. I read you regularly and always marvel at your courage and doggedness in combating LW's cancer. I guess we do what we have to do, but you do it with all the blood and brain in your body. Thank you.