I mean, if your wife has to puke when she sees you, then REALLY???
The very worst of days - like today - gets this:
You may think you've won,
as your malignancies march on.
You may think I'm done,
that all strength is finally drawn
from that reservoir I built
through all the endless days
that you stabbed me to the hilt,
then turned the knife sideways.
You're gloating in the throne
and wear lethality's crown,
for pancreatic cancer's known
to bring the strongest down.
But hearken ye these words as ye my guts devour;
I am coming back from Hell; this is my finest hour.
Over to Winston Churchill.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.