Love Is The Strongest Medicine: Notes from a Cancer Doctor on Connection, Creativity, and Compassion

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All Around Me

All Around Me

I'm feeling sorry.

Sorry for myself.

I notice.


How long do I want to feel sorry for myself?

Five seconds?

Sounds right.

One, two, three, four, five.



I'm not gonna hold onto it.

I'm letting it go.

Moving on.

Moving up.

To the top half of the equation.


Nudging my way up to the LOVE numerator.

To forgiveness

To forget "woe is me."

And let "woe, it's me."

Slowly climbing up to the top half.

Allowing things to breathe.

Going back.

Back to normal.

Feeling better.

Feeling the love.

All around me.