Only we can care for our own cells

Truth.  Honesty is at the heart of good communication.  Honesty and good communication are at the heart of strong relationships.   I treasure candor, constructive criticism, direct feedback; to me these are the ultimate proof of care and love.  I treasure bravery, it takes a brave person to be honest. 

Treasure those brave enough to risk friendship with open thoughts and direct comments.  They know we will be richer because of their advice; that we are brave enough to listen.  

Secrets make life hurt. Disrespect makes life hurt.  It seems so clear what to avoid if we want to keep ourselves healthy.  Deception is the ultimate disrespect.  There is no place in our lives for that. 

There are people, places, jewelry, drinks, music, situations, scents, sounds, foods, songs, memories that have the power to make us feel deep joy inside.  Memories can also make us hurt inside.  My dear cancer friend, we cannot afford to hurt inside.  It is a sign of danger for us to hurt inside.   We need to take care of our cells.  We need to feed them, walk them, let them rest.  We cannot stress them. 

I am overwhelmed with deep sadness right, in a way that scares me.  I am scared. My ribs hurt, my heart hurts, my throat hurts, my whole body hurts right now.  It is wracked with the pain that no one can change except me.  But I know that I have the power to change it.  

Empower yourself.  Take care of your cells. 🧡


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