I have a friend who is a cancer patient. She is undergoing all kinda treatments for the disease. She is not in remission and her family and friends are in constant prayers for her. She recently wrote a post in which she talked about this gong people ring when they leave the facility once they have remission. And how much she wishes to ring that gong. The idea for this poem came from her post.
On Another Note:
I recently had a health scare… when that happens everyone will think about all the things that can go wrong. Luckily with over 279lbs and a big belly, I am fine, all vitals look good. In the end, I needed a little more blood that’s all.
Time flies by fast and we will no longer be able to fly all the time. When that’s not possible even with the help of a walking stick we keep going. That’s who we are.