To her, it is just a place. It is just a bench in front of a building, not the entryway to the place where my life started changing, bits and pieces at a time. Not the doorway to the building where the awful drugs came from, the ones both terrible and wonderful because they zapped my strength and took my hair and made me sick, but they also saved my life.
To her it is just a place, just a bench. Just a place to stand and pose for photos, sweet innocence and enthusiasm abundant.
house of waffles.
So sweet and bittersweet. Health and sickness, drugs that cause cell death and cell rebirth, fear and hope . . . May HEALTH AND LIFE TRIUMPH!
Concentrate on the ‘saved my life’ bit! That’s the important bit!! That’s the bench in front of the building where your life was saved!!