I keep thinking of Merlyn. I wonder what happened to him. We drove past their house a couple months ago. I wanted to stop in and say, 'Hey. Remember us? Wanna hear something ironic...' That would have probably been a tactless thing to do, but I don't know, really...cancer fighters are quick to step up to use their experiences to help others.
Last fall, two weeks after marveling at Merlyn's wisdom, I discovered my own cancer for the first time. Amazing coincidence. Or not. You know, we are connected together, knitted together in the most astounding way. Each of us has a story meant to be told. Others find their own answers in what you know.
Many of you commented on my calmness. Believe you me. If I thought it would make a difference, I'd run circles in the yard, flapping my arms, screaming like a banshee. It won't though. So in this uncertain time, I look for the things that are certain. Because I am blessed, there are many.
Last night, I could not sleep, and I lay in bed thinking in the dark, trying to get my shoulder in a comfortable position. I remembered an old man named Merlyn, just about the happiest guy I ever met. I smiled tiredly into the dark, and I made my own choice.