Ode to Dr. Seuss, And To Life In General.
As one who is quite familiar with The Waiting Place - where people go (to wait) for their Uncle Jake, or a pot to boil, or a Better Break, or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants, or a wig with curls, or Another Chance - I have come to appreciate the comfort in not knowing. Even if the news is what you're hoping to hear, there's solace in Uncle Jake's inability to disappoint, in the boiling water that has yet to evaporate, in the Break that has not un-changed your life, in the pearls that aren't fake, in the pants that hopefully still fit, in the curls that aren't straight, and in the unrealized Chance, whereas when the news is finally delivered, Oh, the Places You [may never actually] Go. Enjoy!
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How can I not comment on this essay, living with breast cancer since this past December. There! The cat is out of the bag. The cancer is out of my body. But, ohmygod, what they replace it with! And how long they take to do it! Patience? You betcha! And you had better smile at the mercy of strangers.
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