The other day, I watched a man on a Vespa
kiss his hand and pat his bike as he rode
through an intersection. It was a ritual to
ward off disaster, to hold the fates in check
that the car wanting to turn across his path
would wait for him to clear the intersection.
He had the right of way, the green light,
but sometimes that is not enough.
This summer we have done the secret rituals
to hold off fate, but it hasn't been quite enough to
keep the status-quo.
So we've moved from gesture into the science,
from doing on your own, to finding people to support
and guide. We've met kind people who help others
do strong work.
Illness is not for the weak, and so we are trying to be
strong, and brave, and confident as we move through
that intersection. We've kissed our hand, patted our
steed, called in the calvary, and are putting ourselves
in the hands of medicine to cure what came to us
uninvited. We have beauty and love and support
and a damn fine set of doctors to helps us along.
What more could we ask for?