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Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 42 dreams, but we do not discuss cancer. I am afraid to talk about it, as if the words themselves might come crashing down upon me like giant hailstones, as if by saying (or hearing) them, all their unspoken horrors will suddenly materialize. I am afraid and anxious and angry and concerned - and I want to know that people care, that they are concerned, too. Oh, I know they care by what they all do_ for me. But nobody ever says it. Maybe they are afraid of the words, too? Never before have I felt so keenly the limits of mortality, the beginnings and the endings. What I need most is to know that someone will be there to hold my hand if I need it. |