“The truly brave man does not suppress his fear. He really experiences it, but holds fast to the good, moderating the fear of which he is fully cognizant.” -Doug McManaman
Tall, thin, pale, with a slightly puffy face, like many of us have in chemo, Kaylee was still an athlete. You could tell by her clothes. She looked at home and relaxed in a baseball cap and sportswear, as if the infusion of chemotherapy she was receiving didn’t really bother her. As if she might leave the room and go for a run afterward or a few rounds of tennis. Her peace filled the chemo center and pervaded it. Her presence is one of the only things I remember well in my own drugged haze, my introduction to cancer.
On the front lines of the Mommy Wars, blogger Erin Parsons has (very nicely) thrown down the gauntlet to the recently popular notion that the best mamas have messy homes.