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Debra's avatar

In April I was diagnosed with an aggressive, invasive cancer. I immediately went into a treatment protocol of daily radiation and chemo for 3 months. My husband drove me daily to the hospital 2.5 hours each way. As the treatment progressed I became increasingly sick. Too sick to walk or dress myself. I am now done treatment and recovering from it. The only memory I have is the comfort of silence in the car ride. I was too weak to speak, but my husband never expected me to. We sat in silence and that is my fondest memory of the whole experience. When I look back I can only remember lots of people in motion and the kindness of the medical team grabbing my hand to show me I was not alone. Sometimes I think our memories come back in stages when we are strong enough to process them. Love you Suleika for sharing your journey.

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What a lovely prompt - it's like going through a box of old photos. We hold mountains of memories and it's remarkable how they can conjure actual physical sensations - one that comes to mind is when my husband and I were just dating, we were leaving a restaurant holding hands and two young boys were playing outside and saw us. One shouted, "can we come to your wedding" - we laughed and I remember the feeling of that as well as his hand in mine, ( I miss that). I lost him this year after 32 years of marriage. That moment was so early on - sweet and easy and weightless. I can feel what it was like to be young and in love. Delicious.

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