There’s a tree outside the room where my wife gives me hyperthermia treatments. It has become a metaphor for my tumor. Right now it is cold and ugly, with scraggly limbs and branches like claws. This is my tumor, trying to hold on, grasping at me claw like. But in a few months this tree will be green, soft and lush. Today I decided that I will see this tree green again. It will have released its grasp and become another part of me.
Life changes and I have to hold on until the claws let go and the warmth comes again.
God is good. I have my dark moments when the claws reach out, but overall I’m positive, and just as spring is a miracle, I expect my recovery to be the same.
Please send strength and prayers. Love to all! Merry Christmas.