It is amazing how just a few days away from my computer makes me forget all the looming deadlines. I had warned people before that I wouldn’t have easy access to email for a whole three days (including the weekend). I am so used to being reachable almost all the time that it felt a bit strange to be out of touch. However, work ticked on without me. Now it is playing catchup. I am, figuratively, pedaling hard to answer emails (four different accounts) and phone calls (three different numbers).
So, even though I am back at work, I still feel the effects of the weekend. Not just the obvious physical effects of grinding out all that distance in wretched heat, but the effects of hearing the stories of families living with and beyond cancer.
As I settle back down, I am reminded that we all live on the knife edge of luck. The children affected by cancer haven’t eaten the wrong foods, smoked too much or worked in cancer-causing industries. Some were even born with cancer. Innocents thrust into harsh reality.
So what I did while in my “other” saddle was, I hope, make a small difference. They are the real heroes and I cheer for them.