As I hiked, I thought (because what else are you going to do) about how cancer has given volume to my inner voice--in some strange way, the two are almost synonomous. It's as if my inner voice needed to take on a form that was tangible, a form I would pay attention to amidst the clamor of everything else. Although for a time the enemy, the experience of cancer has become an ally in my life, demanding that I care for myself. Some how this makes sense to me, and I am not afraid.
