Sunday, December 9, 2012


My older sister was in town last week and said she was glad not to have to think about fingers for a day -- although she probably was. Her husband broke his finger just after Thanksgiving, so they are thinking about fingers a lot.

She then said that several years ago, when he was going through a real brutal and successful cancer treatment, she had to go out of town and told him that she felt guilty she felt relieved to not have to deal with cancer for a bit.

He replied that she should not feel guilty, he wished he could leave himself.

I wish that almost every day.

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