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"During the months of medical treatment I experienced something unlike anything I ever have before. I experienced a sort of freedom from self. In some ways that sounds completely crazy. I mean, it was ALL about me. Our days were spent at my doctor’s appointments, my surgeries, orchestrated around my litany of meds, about my healthy food, my hospital stays, my chemotherapy sessions, my every pain. That is true, and for those providing my care and the care of my daughter, there was likely a constant worry over details and a nagging fear about my future. It wasn’t their suffering in the way it was mine, they waivered in and out of it and thus did not experience the stillness." |
