A blogger friend wrote about her struggle on surviving cancer. It pushed open a door in me; the fear of recurrence, the fear of being that sick again, the guilt of surviving when many do not, the anguish that cancer seems to know no end...It is a long path to be healed of cancer, a road that few have the opportunity to walk on and fewer yet can talk freely about the side effects that come with being saved, without feeling guilty of complaining.
Opening the door of that which is behind me...looking in and seeing where I have come from, hearing the voices in that room, that haunt me...tell me have you ever been scared for your life?
...and then when you have your life back, the bittersweet taste of adjustment.
Closing and opening doors, entering and calling it home.
photo: My neighbor's door knocker.