On December 23, my dear friend Fran reached the end of her treatment for her breast cancer. In order to celebrate, Fran invited a group of friends she affectionately calls her posse over for dinner. I am privileged to part of the posse.
Fran started the evening with a toast of thanks to us for the help we had been to her during this time of treatment but then she went on to remind us that one in eight women will be diagnosed with breast cancer. She went on to say very emotionally that she hoped that we would be spared because fate had chosen her. This statement really lent such gravitas to the evening.
As part of her celebration Fran gave each of us a candle and I have been pondering the synchronicity of the idea of the gift of fire for the last few day.
Because isn’t it since time immemorial, that we have gathered by the fire and shared our stories? And, when a story is shared with us it becomes part of our experience. And, hopefully part of the pain and part of the victory become our story to retell such as I am doing today.
Hoping to share many stories in 2016 with you,