"Scheherezade: These people sit for hours - just listening. It's a miracle!
Storyteller: People need stories more than bread itself. They tell us how to live, and why."
~1001 Arabian Nights~
Have you wondered where I am? I am here, but in an unfamiliar guise. I am Scheherazade, weaving my tales, casting my spell of distraction. Each day I am writing a new story, each week I am bundling them together and sending them off in the post of Australia.
Why? I cannot do much, I am too far away and her needs are met by family and friends who live in her proximity. All I can do, as she spends this endless, horrific month being bombarded by chemo, is to offer a distraction. I send my love woven in my words, I send her something to take her away, be it only in mind. I send her parts of me, birthed in short bursts of insane inspiration.
It is all I can do, it is so little, but maybe, in my own unique way, I am helping. Just a tiny bit.
Fight my friend, fight.