I don’t like uncertainty. I suppose no one really likes it. I want to know that if I do X, the result will be Y. If I have disease and accept treatment as prescribed by my doctor, the disease will go away. But medicine isn’t like that. If I accept the treatment the disease might go away, or it might go away for awhile, or maybe not.
I’m 72 now—well, OK, not really until next week. I have been a runner since I started high school over 57 years ago. I like to say that when I got out of college, I forgot to quit like everybody else does.
Today my daughter, who is working her way through breast cancer, shared her blog with me. I’m overwhelmed.