Help me Punch Cancer in the Face

Posted on | January 24, 2012 | Comments Off on Help me Punch Cancer in the Face

I want to scream and punch and hit things.  I want to cry until my eyes beg for mercy.  I want to grab a tool box and fix this mess that cancer has created.

I want desperately to make something hurt worse than my friend is hurting, worse than I am hurting on her behalf, and worse than cancer hurts everyone it touches.

But I can’t. 

I can’t make anything hurt more than this for her.  Or for her husband.  Or her sweet two year old daughter.  Or her parents.  Or for all of us who have grown to love and admire her strength and fortitude and bright, bright spirit.  I love her.  She is my kindred spirit,  my voice on the other end of the phone when I’m down or tired or happy.  She is beautiful and strong and amazing and she has touched my life more than she will ever, ever know… more than I could ever tell her.   Saying that I love her seems so very small… she is my savior.  She is who carried me through the roughest parts of my divorce, even as she battled her own disease.  She is who lifted me up when I felt like I couldn’t stand.  She is and will always be, my sweet soul sister, born of the same heart and soul and spirit that birthed me. 

I can’t make anything hurt more than this.

But I can punch something that might make a difference, some day. 

Will you punch it with me?  Punch it for my dear friend, Jennifer, and her daughter and her family.  Punch it for my grandmother and her mother, and her sister.  Punch it for my grandfather and maybe your grandfathers or parents or siblings.  It’s time to punch cancer in the face… hard. 


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