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Wednesday, 6 February 2013

Strange how often we find that we can confide in strangers and how much comfort total strangers can bring. First heard of my cancer inTabor’s post on reminded me of the day I was diagnosed with cancer.

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Still, if you must pray for something,

if at every shrine you offer

the entrails and holy chitterlings

of a white piglet,

then ask for a healthy mind in

a healthy body,

demand a valiant heart for which

death holds no terrors,

that reckons length of life as the

least of the gifts

of nature, that’s strong to endure

every kind of sorrow, that’s anger-free, lusts for nothing,

and prefers

the sorrows and labours of

Hercules to all

Sardanapulus’ downy cushions and

women and junketings.

What I’ve shown you, you can

bestow on yourself: there’s one

path, and only one, to a tranquil

life - through virtue.

Fortune has no divinity, could we

but see it: it’s we,

we ourselves, who make her a

goddess, and set her in the heavens.

Juvenal