As I approach my four year remission birthday (Oct 15), I met today with my ENT. All good news; he called me a "poster child" for cancer treatment and recovery. Music to my ears.
This poem by Rilke holds a lot of personal meaning; I commented on it today on a post on my other blog, Deeper than Cancer. The first line "I love the dark hours of my being" creates a new perspective for me when I think of painful or lonely moments in my past. Read the poem here, and if you care to read my thoughts about it, click on this link: deeper than cancer
I love the dark hours of my being.
My mind deepens into them.
There I can find, as in old letters,
the days of my life, already lived,
and held like a legend, and understood.
Then the knowing comes: I can open
to another life that's wide and timeless.
So I am sometimes like a tree
rustling over a grave site
and making real the dream
of the one its living roots
embrace:
a dream once lost
among sorrows and songs.
Rainer Maria Rilke
