walker

He couldn__ say the words, had spent too long in Silence, but he__ learned other ways to speak. Taking the paperweight she__ knocked off her desk out of his pocket, he put it in her hands. __t__ fixed. As long as you don__ mind more than a few scars.

You are not walking slow enough, when taking a walk, if you do not come across as bored or depressed (to the average sane person).

C__st moi, c__st moi,__is I,' I told him. It seemed appropriately melodramatic, though I didn__ know if he__ catch the reference. I shouldn__ have worried. Unexpectedly, he laughed. __rust you to quote Lancelot rather than Guinevere.

One of my professors once told me that the last official act of the British monarchy was when Queen Victoria refused to sign a law that made same-sex acts illegal. It would have made me think more highly of her, except the reason she objected was because she didn__ believe women would do anything like that. Parliament rewrote the law so it was specific to men, and she signed it. A tribute to enlightenment, Queen Victoria was not. Neither, as I have observed before, are werewolf packs.

The boring thing with taking a walk with someone is that your thoughts are then dictated by the subject or subjects of your conversation and that is made worse by the fact that most sane people are terrified of silence whenever they are with or near someone.

I love to walk. Walking is a spiritual journey and a reflection of living. Each of us must determine which path to take and how far to walk; we must find our own way, what is right for one may not be for another. There is no single right way to deal with late stage cancer, to live life or approach death, or to walk an old mission trail.

I walk to rid myself of the terror of cancer, and to overcome the fear of it coming back. The fear may never completely fade, but actively engaging life _ whatever that may involve _ reminds me of the joy each day can bring.

When I put down Lance Armstrong__ book, I understood something profoundly. Edie, if you can move, you__e not sick. I decided right then and there that no matter what cancer did to me I would continue to move. Movement was what the physical body was designed to do; it was how it coped and functioned. Movement was vitality. It was life.I would move. Always. No matter what. Until my last breath, I would move.

Through the Grace of God and His medicine I am healed._ The prayer was accompanied by a vision straight out of Braveheart, a line of Scottish Highland warriors in kilts with huge shields and long spears marching in brave unison and attacking and killing the cancer. They were advancing, towards the cancer, striking and killing it with strong accurate thrusts from their sharp spears. The vision was so strong I could hear marching feet, and visibly see the cancer in me dying. __hrough the Grace of God and His medicine I am healed,_ became my constant prayer. The prayer awakened with me each day, coming on the wings of the morning. It followed in my heart through the day, and was on my lips as I drifted to sleep at night.

I started to walk the day I was told I was dying of cancer. I believe walking has kept me alive. I live with a constant, pressing awareness of death. Once I start to walk, I am not afraid anymore; all is well.

If I__e learned anything from facing death, it is that life is not meant to be survived. Life is the greatest adventure there is. And why stop your adventuring when someone says the end may be near? The truth is, we never know when the end will actually come. None of us will avoid it forever. What__ the point in trying? Live fearlessly!

Acceptance of death and cancer did not mean I intended to give up, just the opposite. I was prepared to fight cancer not out of fear of dying, but out of joy of living.

We all die. Not all of us live.

I am fighting to stay alive not because I fear death, but because I love life.

I thank God every day for this life, and I want there to be more, though that__ not known. What is known is that I__ alive today, this minute. And that__ pretty much what we all have _ this day, this moment.

It__ the same as when I broke the melding bond. Our love doesn__ trump the millions of people in the seven worlds. We must think of the greater good.__e pulled back from me and before I could blink he held my chin in his gentle grip. __nd I will tell you again, Abigail, that nothing trumps our love. Nothing.