The truth is that cancer was the best thing that ever happened to me. I don't know why I got the illness, but it did wonders for me, and I wouldn't want to walk away from it. That truth is so disheartening that at times I can't bear to articulate it. But there is another truth, too. It's an equal and opposing truth.
People live, and in the most remarkable ways.
I met a guy in a fraying sweat suit who turned out to be a brilliant surgeon. I became friends with a harassed and overscheduled nurse named LaTrice, who gave me such care that it could only be the result of the deepest sympathetic affinity. I saw children with no eyelashes or eyebrows, their hair burned away by chemo, who fought with the hearts of Indurains. I still don't completely understand it. All I can do is tell you what happened.