tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125354934408472049.post5035725308387590909..comments2024-02-20T00:10:20.214-06:00Comments on KatyDid Cancer: Day 966: Love in CancerlandUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125354934408472049.post-56732847186694320572013-02-15T04:43:52.385-06:002013-02-15T04:43:52.385-06:00GOD, GABE. SERIOUSLY.
*wiping tears*GOD, GABE. SERIOUSLY.<br /><br />*wiping tears*Melisa Wellshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10621280160557354493noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125354934408472049.post-15733962991154087292013-02-14T15:17:34.295-06:002013-02-14T15:17:34.295-06:00crap. Now I need a kleenex.
Funnies aside - Gabe...crap. Now I need a kleenex.<br /><br />Funnies aside - Gabe - you are da man.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13024392628362568010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125354934408472049.post-65976718789019919852013-02-14T14:45:22.369-06:002013-02-14T14:45:22.369-06:00I almost choked to death as I started to read the ...I almost choked to death as I started to read the poem, eating leftover mostacioli. <br /><br />There's something in my mind I have never quite been able to express. <br /><br />There's that old phrase, "If you love something set it free." <br /><br />When we fight and you're upset and walk away… I don't come after you because I don't want you to feel trapped. <br /><br /> That night as I shaved your head I truly wanted to free you from the trap of cancer, the despairing fear we both felt. I had seen an invincible girl, who seemed always to be guarded by her cloak of hair, made vulnerable in your baldness, threatened by cancer's spectre of death in its forced annexation of your most outwardly defining attribute. <br /><br /> I wanted to be the one to shave your head, fraught with its implicit mortality and the sorrow that entails. I felt that ME doing it could impart protection on YOU. The eternity that passed, stroke after stroke, sharing the most intimate of tears and bittersweet of laughs. I don't know how I did it with the shards of dread churning my insides into a weepy pulpy mess. But I knew I HAD to do it, for both of us, to lead us out of that trap, to escape the doom we have evaded so far and if luck is with us ever more. <br /><br /> It was a desperately determined act of love I would repeat every day if I had to… if only dedication alone could shield our love from loss forever. In some sense that night you were my child - the newly vulnerable woman born of cancer birthed into the beginning of a long growth out of cancer survivorhood and into the rest of our lives together no matter how long that may be. <br /><br />But this present, a poem of your lovely words from the ever-living YOU, to share the intimate moments of this family with you the rest of my life, this is the only Valentine's present I want ever again.gabesterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12668071288755419304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125354934408472049.post-86985314430326540602013-02-14T12:21:08.193-06:002013-02-14T12:21:08.193-06:00Damn that's pretty. Soft. Lovely. Warm.
We...Damn that's pretty. Soft. Lovely. Warm.<br /><br />Well done.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13024392628362568010noreply@blogger.com