This week, my Facebook feed has been filled with tributes to David Bowie as the world mourns the passing of this talented man. He was an icon of music and style, and his work transcended generations. He leaves an amazing body of art, music and film that he shared with the world. His lyrics encouraged us all to turn and face the strange, and it was reassuring to be told that we could all be heroes, even if just for one day.
It was not lost on me that cancer was the culprit. Of course, we don't know just what kind he was battling as he chose to keep the news of his illness very private. I imagine, if I were in the public eye as he was, it might be more appealing to keep this news to one's closest inner circle. As an artist, he may have wanted his most recent work to stand on it's own merits, without the soft whisper of melancholy coloring people's view of his music. I do not really know why he may have chosen the path that he did. I just know that I could not follow that path.
I have been thanked by many people for sharing my journey so openly, but here's the thing. I could not do this by myself. I simply couldn't. Do you know how much you all help me? Every kind word, every text, email or card, every comment of encouragement, and every hug is so profoundly helpful. Every phone call or gift reminds me that I have so many people in my corner. Every invitation to spend time with you reminds me that life can and must continue as usual. Every meal offered provides sustenance to both body and spirit, not just for me, but for my family as well.
As we head in for my next treatment tomorrow, I am buoyed up by the knowledge that we are not alone. We do not heal in isolation, but in community. Thanks to all the everyday heroes out there for having our backs. Much love to you all.