I’m in the tight fist of the bad dream I had this morning just before waking. I was in the early stages of a disease that looked certain to kill me soon. Much adult talk and worry, me and doctors, me and other patients, me and Joy. Then, in that way dreams have, it went further and reminded me I have a daughter, and became about the heartbreak of leaving her when she is still a child. It’s hard to shake the image of her face as she realized what was happening, her whole body so still and serious.

I am praying fervently for everyone who is really living those circumstances and can’t wake up from the nightmare.

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