What They Fear
They swarmed towards me and then past me, a pink vortex of t-shirts, feather boas and every tacky accessory imaginable. And characters: a pink clad Minnie Mouse posing for selfies, a school cheerleader mascot with fuchsia pompoms.
It’s a year later. How do you feel now? My husband had a stem cell transplant in 2014, and his remission is still holding. I hope your is too. What’s not so great is that while the cancer is silent, it’s devastation (and that of the various treatments) lingers. Hubby is far shorter, thinner, and less himself overall than he used to be. The shell carries on, but I can’t call this a victory.