You are the locomotive fueled, currently by chemo. Look at all that black smoke. It is the cancer being reduced to particles and thrown to the winds. Visualize this: when I was really young and stupid, we used to put pennies on the train tracks and wait for the sound of the train whistle in the distance. Sometimes, in high anticipation, we put our hands on the track to see if we could feel the far-off rumble. What were we thinking!!? Where were our parents?!! The train would come barreling round the bend and over the pennies. Think of your tumors as pennies. Enough said. xoxoxoxoxoxLSC
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