He who breathes deepest lives most. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning I never do like feeling helpless. I like being in control especially of my emotions. The not being able to do anything bit is not in my cup of tea. As I was coming from work, I met one of my friends. She always has a smile on her face, big brown eyes and is one of the sweetest people I know. From a far I could tell she wasn’t okay. She did smile though…a faint one. She looked frail and was holding a brown pack of painkillers. She was from the chemist. I offered to take her home because she wasn’t looking good. On the way we chatted and I asked her what was up. She told me she was in pain and she had been in and out of hospital. They had run tests and she wasn’t getting better. She was finally diagnosed with lymphoma. I was taken aback. And I asked of all the people… why her? I felt helpless. There is a piece I did last year after one of my pals dared me to go pink. I know the pink ribbon is associated with ...
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