It’s been a while. A while of not writing.
A while of having nothing to say.
Except certain phrases:
Don’t get cancer.
It’ll be fine.
It is what it is.
I say them often. On a loop.
Not to the same people.
I seem to reserve Don’t get cancer for friends. People my age, or within fifteen years of my age, give or take. And when I say it, I mean it. Like I can prevent cancer from happening with words; as though I can ordain it to be so; demand that this not happen.
An imperative; an incantation; a command.
I don’t want anyone else to live this experience and yet I now know it’s a concrete possibility. There’s nothing I can do to stop it. Except issue this directive and cross my fingers that words have a power I don’t possess.
Family members are most likely to get It’ll be fine.
And it will be fine.
I feel it in my water and in the kindness and good wishes that encircle me.
I feel it in the treatment I receive. I feel it in the care I’m given. [I’ve learned that treatment and care are not one in the same. This is a thought for another time. A time when I have more words.]
It is what it is seems to be for everyone. It’s indiscriminate and uttered most frequently.
I’d like to have more words. But I don’t. Not yet.
I’ve been told this is a season. A season that will pass.
When it does there will be words.
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Love you Beautiful,Little Sis💖 Please keep writing!
Oh Wise and Witty Gillian! While planning a hopeful it can happen someday trip to Scotland SOON, I went on a rather quick google search for you! Congrats my dear DOC! and your recent “it is what it is” is IS brilliant! and inspiring. I would love to reconnect and hopefully the “hopeful it can happen someday trip to Scotland” will happen and we can connect. I will sign up for your email and thus you will have mine. All the best to you and Ronnie and your four legger family! Muah!
It would be lovely to reconnect, Shannon. My email is firstname.lastname@example.org. x