As a child, this body ran and jumped and danced and twirled and swam and stretched and bent and grew, without any question. Without any fear.
As it got older it learned and worked and created and sustained and and moved forward and worked and worked and worked...
Then, this body made babies that grew inside of it, big and strong and healthy. It transformed and accommodated and stretched and nurtured and created and loved.
This body wiped away tears, cleaned up vomit, mended broken hearts, scrubbed toilets, folded laundry, helped with homework, walked the floors with worry, cooked dinner, washed dishes, volunteered in classrooms, went on field trips.
This body painted walls, replaced windows, remodeled kitchens, made pottery, planted flowers, pulled weeds, made a home.
This body loved, created a family, created a life. This body celebrated accomplishments and mourned losses.
This body has never let me down…..And then this body got breast cancer…and I am still amazed by this body. It has had deadly chemicals pumped into it and still it keeps on. It has had a breast amputated and still it keeps going. It has had radiation shot into it and devices inserted and removed and it has been worn down to the nub but every single day it gets back up and says “Is that all you've got?” “ cancer, you don't scare me.”
This body, without any questions, without any fear...
