The Not-So-Grim Reaper
When my daughter was very young and scraped her knee while playing, as kids do, or had a fever, I would ‘kiss it better’, sing her a song, and reassure her that everything would be OK.
She accepted this without question. I was her mom, and in her eyes, I could heal.
A few years ago when my doctor said “I have some very bad news for you”, I was terrified, frozen with shock. Cancer.
“But, I eat so well, I stay active, meditate! I’m a peaceful person!” Suddenly my life was filled with teams of doctors and I had to think about treatment options. The decisions seemed impossible to make.
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