Making Sense Of It

Waist high corn on the Fourth of July. Thanks Jim for the pic.

I boil it down and I boil it down like maple sap in the spring to finally get to the point where there is something significant left in the pot, something sweet enough to brag about. It’s been years now of this process to make some sense of my life with Cancer.

What is it after all this time and all this walking, after all this talking and all this writing that my effort amounts to? What does all that seek to accomplish? I think I have an answer and I want to spring it on you momentarily. It seems the only thing that I have power over. The only thing that is worth the fight. The only thing that I seem to be good at, my gift maybe. What is that?

What if it amounts to waking up each day and figuring out how to kick a little more fear out of this massive mountain called Cancer. That’s it finally, in very short form. It appears to me that at this point I have accomplished walking around it, this mountain of my personal Cancer, to say, “Ha, I see you are not infinite and I am putting boundaries on you.” That is where I find myself.

And so I am not just going to be on the defensive anymore. It is time to say things will be different from now on. I am reading the Riot Act to Cancer to say I am in charge of this situation. I may very well die in the process but dying is not defeat, not living is defeat.

feeling feisty on the Fifth of July loves, Felipé.

8 thoughts on “Making Sense Of It”

    1. Jessika ~ thank you my loyal cheerleader! Sometimes we are just in a rambunctious mood. Felipé.x

  1. FEISTY ON A FRIDAY.

    WHAT AN AWESOME BLOG.

    LOVE THAT DETERMINATION.

    WHAT A GREAT LOOKING CORN CROP.

    BLESSINGS.

    1. William ~ thank you my man. I spoke your language there. Can’t wait to meet you. Felipé.

  2. Love this picture- you are rising like the corn!
    Thanks always for sharing yourself and thoughts.
    Northern CA Karen

    1. Northern CA Karen ~ thanks for being with us here. I was inspired today and had the time. Happy Independence Day! Felipé.x

  3. “ I may very well die in the process but dying is not defeat, not living is defeat.”

    That slowly distilled, sweet syrup of your journey should provide sustenance and joy to you and others who find themselves your partners on the way. It’s a keeper, Filipe. Happy 5th of July!

    1. Happy Fifth of July Ronaldo. Thanks for calling my post a keeper. I want to elaborate more on that theme today. Hello to Ann. Love your pics from the Way. Felipé.

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