Tomorrow Has Arrived

It seems like we’re always waiting for something.

For graduation, for marriage, for nine months for a child. For the dawn, for the dusk, for the next day when we can get up, face the sun and try again.

Whymommy has been waiting for this day for so many months. She endured so many hurtful chemicals, she endured days when she did not have the mental, emotional or physical strength to be with her boys in the robust, loving, brilliant way she wanted to mother them.

And yet.

And yet her commitment to getting well, to kicking cancer’s ass, never wavered. She wants to be here for all the tomorrows we wish for today.

Today dawned cold here in the middle west, and as I watched snow fall on the prairie I thought about Whymommy making her way to an operating room on the other side of the country.

I thought about my father, and his long, slow fight with cancer.

I prayed for a family I’ve never met, and asked for clean margins for a woman named Susan, a woman who has so many tomorrows she has yet to discard as yesterdays.

Be well, friend. Be well.