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...
