July 7, 2015
My friend Tammy tells me her dream. It's of being adventurous and then letting fear overcome you and running for shelter. She has cancer. Our eyes met, like they never had before. She doesn't do well with eye contact, maybe me too. It was a knowing that we couldn't tear away from. The knowing that she has to face this, that her bravado is wearing thin, that all this is wearing her down, that she is going to succumb. She told me. She must know it in her being. Was it a decision she made? Unconsciously? I can't cajole her.