That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.
Hope and fear are two sides of one coin--this Buddhist observation is repeated by Sharon Salzberg, who tells us "we move from hope to fear to hope to fear to hope to fear in an endless loop." Yesterday G. from my metastatic support group died. She had been in hospice care less than a handful of days. G. scared the hell out of me the first time I went to group. She was angry and caustic, I thought; she spoke of chemo as the poison "they" pump into our bodies that was going to kill all of us. I don't know what I expected people would talk about in a support group for people with stage four cancer. I was still in shock from my own diagnosis, I can see that now, and G.'s straight talk and unwillingness to engage with any of the pink ribbon, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, everything happens for a reason bullshit was jarring to me. I looked at the group leader. I thought she might smooth out some of G.'s edges for the rest of us. But eve