I had a stalker and his name is Cancer.
There are times I felt him around every corner.
He liked to paralyze me with the fear that he was going to kill me. He’d already beaten me down and made me aware of what it would feel like when he finally got me.
And boy was he tricky.
Sometimes I had nothing to worry about but I felt him stalking anyway because I started thinking about him.
I’m almost three years in remission and I’m now watching some of my fellow Multiple Myeloma Warriors fall prey to his ways.
So I decided to face him again.
I told him how much he’s changed some things in my life for the better. How many incredible warriors I’ve met and how many wonderful friendships have been formed. I let him know that no matter how fearful he makes me, my heart just keeps growing and I know I am a better person because of him. And those Warriors who have seen him return with a vengeance, they encourage me with their strength and make me see that everyday counts. I let him know that I’d be ok if he came around from time to time, because I’m learning to reach out when I’m scared and others have let me know they understand and will walk beside me in my fears.
And then he disappeared.