In my dream... I enter a railroad yard field from my youth, as I pass my childhood friends bodies laying in the dirt path that leads to the field that have gone before me. I remember everyone of them as they were in their youth, young, healthy and full of life. Not what has taken them- AML(leukemia), non hodgkins lymphoma, and laid waste to their bodies. Now most of the remaining ones are already on the battlefield, fighting. As I reach the the field I feel the cold morning air and see my breath in the mist. I smell the grass and the small swamp where we would catch tadpoles as children. I have entered the field of battle... alone. My enemy is afraid to show his face, so he remains invisible, but I can feel him there...waiting. His name is cancer. Standing alone in the field I yell to him with fury. You must have forgoten my name! You must have forgoten who I am! I am the strongest, and meanist S.O.B. that ever walked this on this field! I am going to lay waste to you! I am going to beat you down and drag your bloody carcass around this field until there is nothing left to drag! I can see my family waiting on the hill in the distance for my return. I can feel them in my thoughts like they were beside me. I have the strength of mind and body to win this battle so I hope you are prepared to die. I will show no mercy, no Quarter. There is no other way off this field except over your dead carcass. I started chemo yesterday, my weapon on this field of battle. Then I hear my sons voice faintly across the field " daddy - daddy" I wake up to my two year old son standing there beside me with a huge smile because he needs a diaper change. I must go and tend to him now but I'm going to return to the field of battle again tonight, in my dreams. And I will once again be victorious...
Dreaming of fields...
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That smile from your son can be a very strong weapon on the battle field. Hold on to it. Prayers sent for a full recovery!
mr8ball
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That is something no one should have to go through although many do. My farther and my brother both had colon cancer. Both had to have a bag put on them and they both beat this thing called cancer. I watched my brother go through his chemo and it was terrible. I was their for him just like your family is their for you. Hold on to your sons smile it will help with everything. I will pray for you and as strong as you sound you will beat this thing. God bless you.
