i've been reading a lot lately
good books, very good books
the kind that grab you right from the very first words, not the kind that go in one eye and out the other
this book was my big summer read
lent to me by my brother who heads up a cancer research team in san francisco
what a book
sure, it's opening isn't as likely to be recited as
"i had a farm in africa, at the foot of the ngong hills..."
" it is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife"
"christmas won't be christmas without any presents!"
but it is one of the best books i have ever read
taking you from the earliest records and treatments, to the latest drug therapies, all through the terrible history of this disease, reciting the darkest days and illuminating the brightest achievements
it's a testament to both the tenacity of the disease, and those who try to understand and treat it
i don't think i have ever been more humbled
nor wished more to do something of use and value
in these days after bozzy's passing, life and living and death and dying have been a big part of my thoughts
more and more i'm thinking about my own story
and what i want it to be
in amongst all the "i wish i did"s and "i really should"s i know that at the end of the day,
the best story is the simplest one
"once upon a time, in the far north when the days were getting longer and the world began to wake up after it's long winter's sleep, a little girl was born
and she lived happily ever after."