His battle is over for now. The last of the chemo went in as a slow drip last Thursday and he took it like a cancer warrior would; with defiance and bravery and probably a well-known hand gesture just to let those cancer cells know, this was it for them….”death by chemo” was their destiny. This was his sixth round in the chair and I could see it in his eyes, he had hit his limit.
I also saw a faint sparkle returning to his smile. The ‘exhale’ that signals the end of treatment. The bigger piece of that was the result from a PET scan he’d taken a few days earlier. “All Clear” were the magic words that echoed in his ears.
Surgery, radiation, chemotherapy….Battle fought…battle won. Time to rest and recover a life put on hold by an invader.
Warriors come in all shapes and sizes. They wear many different uniforms. All of them at one time or another, need a rest from battle.
This warrior has earned his rest.