I'm not going to agonize about it. For the moment I'm just, as Rilke says, "living the question."
Had a good chat with my dad today.
|Another pic of me and mo|
"Breast cancer, I can now report, did not make me prettier or stronger, more feminine or spiritual. What it gave me, if you want to call this a 'gift,' was a very personal, agonizing encounter with an ideological force in American culture that I had not been aware of before — one that encourages us to deny reality, submit cheerfully to misfortune and blame only ourselves for our fate."
"A gift is something you want to share.
"Something you want to give to someone else.
"Something [about which] you say 'Next time I need to give a special gift to show someone I care, this is what I want to give.'
"Cancer is not that thing.
"The words we use to describe illness, death, and emotion are important — we should choose them carefully."