During the drive from Pascoag to Webster, I talked to Zoë like I would have before and occasionally caressed her urn, like she might be sitting next to me and I was patting her leg. "Baby girl, together we are going to accomplish many, great deeds."
People often comment on my strength, I pray for the strength to see her foundation through. One of my goals is to contact the Central Massachusetts branch of S.C.O.R.E. and learn to take my first step as guardian of my dream of a little girl who touched my life. As long as I am using my lungs and can move my legs, I will chase cancer right off the planet. It doesn't have a place here. No on invited you, cancer, and you have overstayed your visit.
Are you a survivor? Have you lost anyone dear? Do you know someone who is fighting the good fight? In your opinion, what can make a difference in one person's battle with the awful disease?
When I was working and making the commute to Boston, it really helped me out when someone gave me a Mobile Gas Card. How I was going to buy fuel was one less thing that I had to think about. And at that time, precious moments were so few that my family was the only thing I needed to think about.
What else helps? I'm curious to hear your opinions.