I have a mission to fulfill.

Don’t we all?

I recognize for an instant the connection of consciousness as One.

It’s only an instant. Pouf, it’s gone. I forget again.

Instead, I focus on the sharp stings in my chest, my armpit. I cringe. Fucking pain. Fucking cancer. The skin on my chest is so hideous I look like a freak show. And it hurts like a mother F-er.

Take another pill. Ha, me who never took an aspirin. Now I need a narcotic to get through the night.

Oh, she loves to pity herself doesn’t she?

Then I snap back.

I have a mission to fulfill.

Seriously. This mission is so important that it’s the ONLY thing that really matters.

And I’ll never get to KNOW what the mission is.

Maybe the mission will be revealed after this body is gone.

Or maybe it won’t.

It doesn’t matter.

It’s an INFINITE mission.

And we are ALL fulfilling it.

3 thoughts on “mission

  1. Hi
    Have limited service and not sure what the rules are cost wise but had to write to you.
    I’m thinking of you and sending so much love.
    Please please please continue to write and fight and know you will survive all this crap. You can and will do this, you must.

    Sent from my iPhone


  2. Janet,
    If I ever met a woman so deeply kind and caring as you, and in touch with your soul, I cannot name one. Whatever your mission is, in the vast plan of the universe, I pray for your body and soul, for peace, and for purpose.
    Please know that I am thinking of you and sharing your pain in some way. You have touched me and many others in ways that make the world a better place. For that, I thank you.
    Namaste—-my the light within me touch the light within you,

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