YOU COULD BE ME

Tomorrow, you could be me... 

A couple months ago I was joyful at waking and running on a warm summer morning, travelling overseas.

Then I felt a lump. 

My career stopped.  Each day I go to a doctor's appointment instead of work. 

Trips are cancelled and I buy wigs. 

Tomorrow, you could be me... 

You and I are only different by a mutated cluster of cells.  No amount of green smoothies, prayer, or yoga will change this possible outcome. 

I see you wanting to separate yourself from me when I am bald and you feel pity.  When I am tired and you are running - not that I wish this on you.

Just please keep in mind that you could be me next year. 

                       #Yes,ithappensjustlikethat...