Focus

Email this morning from a fellow breast cancer "survivor" "victim" "warrior" "patient" person, Alycia, who lives here in Connecticut. She talks about denial.

I think I know about denial. Sometimes I forget I have breast cancer; only concrete details like my port, that metal lump below my collarbone, keep me attached to reality. But mostly I focus--art, tiny green things coming out of the soil, unfamiliar bird song--and time goes very quickly. It's my version of meditation, but I wish time would stand still. Maybe if I study theoretical physics I'll learn how to make that happen.

It's a lovely, quiet day. I'm going to go outside and see if I can hear the trees talking.