I am a volunteer feral cat feeder. My assignment is feeding a feral colony in a cemetery once a month. This is my second year volunteering. Visiting a place of eternal rest takes a different meaning for me this year because I myself, faced the possibility of death.
In January, when I came here the day after being discharged from a one-week hospital stay and being tagged stage 4, I was not sure if that was my last...
In February, I came here during my most miserable time with ascites causing swelling in my abdomen and legs. It was two days after getting my port and two days before my first chemo. I had difficulty breathing yet I pushed on because I did not know if that was my last...
When I came in March, I knew it was not my last...
From April through July, I came here and saw season change. I was hopeful that I will be here for all seasons.
In August, I came four days after my surgery, and I was happy to share good news with the kitties.
In September, I came here knowing that I have kicked cancer butts and I got a new lease on life.
Life has been back to normal since October.
Today, I just want to say: I came. I fed. I conquered.
