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The Cancer Journals (Excerpt from “Letters to My Black Sons: Raising Boys in a Post-Racial America” Apprentice House, 2015)

April 8, 2013

©2013 by Karsonya Wise Whitehead

April 3, 2013

     For the past couple of days, I have been thinking about how hard it is to be a grown up. You have so much to worry about and so much to do. It is almost as if you are running a race and just when you think you are near the finish line, someone moves it. My life is now an endless stream of moving finish lines. I feel old today; not because of my age but because I am tired of not being able to see the end. (I keep wanting to put down my load and run ahead, slightly beyond where the end is going to be.) I have been thinking  a lot about death today; maybe it is because my grey hair is starting to come back or maybe it is because cancer has finally come back to my circle of my life. I never used to think about cancer and about what it does to the body or how it affects your spirit.

Excerpt from “Letters to My Black Sons: Raising Boys in a Post-Racial America” (Apprentice House, 2015)

2 Comments leave one →
  1. Brittany Bamberg permalink
    April 8, 2013 12:48 pm

    Amazing job and well spoken might I add. Our grandfather was an incredible man! Those hands, his height, his bowlegs, his pigeon toes and his hugs and kisses will never be forgotten! The man that literally paved/layed (working on the railroad) the way for so many people.

  2. April 9, 2013 12:49 am

    My dear mentor – Faith conquers fear!

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