
Our tapestries are not made from our battle scars or tears,
but from our courage,
the audacity to survive,
in the refusal to give up,
we somehow learn to create
new beginnings,
as if it was spring again,
with purple infusing our being,
we build something beautiful
once again.
Note: I will never thank God for my wife having cancer, only for the courage for both us to survive.
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