“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language, and next year’s words await another voice.” — T.S. Eliot
One of the biggest roadblocks I see in communication about cancer is the notion that it stops the future. This, of course, is complete nonsense, and yet the sense prevails for many with a diagnosis and for many who receive the news about their friends and loved ones. I hear stories about how a cancer diagnosis has caused patients to essentially give up on their lives and dreams, and I see the responses in people whose first reaction upon being told of someone else’s diagnosis is a palpable sense of loss. Yet the future keeps on drawing us all forward, inextricably, into new days and experiences and our collective evolving lives.
This is a beautiful thing.