Dealing With Cancer: XXIX

04/29/2016~ Poor Jim! He has no more delirium, but the memories have come flooding back.

Jim was taking a nap on the couch and I was writing a new chapter in my book.

“I made a fool out of myself this weekend didn’t I?” Jim asked quietly from the couch. I raised my head, knowing he was watching me, but I did not turn to look at him.

“That sounds a little harsh,” I responded. “Remember what your doctor said? ‘You are a sick man Mr. Vogel.'” I turned to look at him, laying on the couch, eyes glistening with tears that had yet to spill over. I got up and somehow managed to sit on the floor next to him and gather him into my arms, holding him tight, letting him softly cry.

I wanted to scream at the sky, and shake my fist… at no one, I was at a loss, but I have to be strong.

Cancer is now taking another… Why does it want the two I cannot live without? Four to six weeks I am told.

I scream and shake my fist at no one…

Pablo Picasso
Pablo Picasso