tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923227172180591739.post7543505266248845720..comments2023-10-30T02:30:51.588-08:00Comments on Alaskan in Cancerland: Cancer Winter: One Year LaterEva Saulitishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07295484346734708766noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923227172180591739.post-76584848054173368822011-12-04T18:02:10.208-09:002011-12-04T18:02:10.208-09:00Those moments at the bus station in Hyannis, in th...Those moments at the bus station in Hyannis, in the rain as the bus pulled away, in the car after the bus drove off-they are wounds that I carry-wounds that were necessary, wounds that were strange in that their reflection held your healing, your "graduation", your rebirth from cancer. Stark loneliness, the sense of losing my arm, or sight, or hearing, me being dropped into a landscape without my own map, yet knowing that it was exactly as it was supposed to be. Yes, it hurt, and hurts again, to be reborn that way. MaraMarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06925339246675803432noreply@blogger.com