He said the words. We were driving home from meeting with the chemo doctor.
I have cancer
Just like that.
Cancer. I have cancer.
We were driving East on Standiford in Modesto. Just before Tully Rd. A place so familiar.
Does this mean no more Dunkin Donuts for me?
Of course it doesn’t but I don’t say anything. I look at him to see what he’s thinking. He’s leaning forward and it’s not the frightened look anymore.
I’m gonna kick cancers ass.
He says this while he does a semi-body pump. Making a fist and a controlled bump to the steering wheel. It seems verbalizing it takes ownership and empowers him.
I’m gonna be a survivor.
Hell yes baby. You will be a survivor. I’m going to make sure of that. We got this.
And I’m gonna buy you a dozen Dunkin Donuts.
Cimoli Strong 