I'm weary of world wars and lines drawn over who is right and who is wrong and who gets to claim genocide. But not as weary as those in the battles themselves. My fight is about to begin--this little one-person battle with cancer cells and chemo. I'll probably be quiet for a few months while my hair falls out and my teeth bleed. But I'm …
I'm weary of world wars and lines drawn over who is right and who is wrong and who gets to claim genocide. But not as weary as those in the battles themselves. My fight is about to begin--this little one-person battle with cancer cells and chemo. I'll probably be quiet for a few months while my hair falls out and my teeth bleed. But I'm always listening to your stories and observations, and feel grateful to learn something every time. I'm going to Montana one of these days, maybe late in the new year. I'll see you then.
I'm weary of world wars and lines drawn over who is right and who is wrong and who gets to claim genocide. But not as weary as those in the battles themselves. My fight is about to begin--this little one-person battle with cancer cells and chemo. I'll probably be quiet for a few months while my hair falls out and my teeth bleed. But I'm always listening to your stories and observations, and feel grateful to learn something every time. I'm going to Montana one of these days, maybe late in the new year. I'll see you then.
Strength to you, Julia. And peace, in whatever form it may take in the midst of this kind of battle.
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