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I brought notebooks and writing instruments. I looked forward to the hours; nothing but reaching for words to put on paper.
I took my seat and sank deep into the chair in my usual corner of the infusion room; even asking they use my left arm, so my right would be free.
I wanted to tell you all I know about survival and her wavering hope, but those thoughts didn't come easily. Instead, I thought
about last night's full moon, brave cherry-rose tulips at daybreak, and the contemplative cardinal- who sprung into flight.
Deborah Hemley has published essays in "All That Matters: Memoir from the Wellness Community of Greater Boston." She is a contributing writer for "Impressions through Media," a social media blog. Deborah lives in Newton, Massachusetts with her husband, Jon, daughter, Emma, and dog, Chili.
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