Everyone I know who has the disease chooses to live.
Vic chooses to live.
Determined, stately, strong. Spitting at the malevolent face of cancer.
Surviving.
The man with the gentle puddle of soulful blue eyes.
Has the steel of a Vietnam Veteran behind them. A marine.
This propels him. His family propels him. A life-force field.
He lives.
I?
I can cook…I can bake. Yes I can do that.
Peanut butter? Chocolate? Creamy?
Yes. I can do that. Happily…
as a gift of love. As a gift of strength.
I… don’t know close up how this beast preys. How it consumes . how it maligns
But wish
no pray…
That somehow the peanut butter and chocolate will be a magic tincture of good over evil .
The beauty…the therapy…in baking for a friend
is that each added ingredient has meaning…has memory
The mere whisking of ingredients is indeed prayer.
for wholeness.
for health.
for peace.
for hope.
And so I whisk...
Dum spiro… spero
From the Latin: As I breathe…I hope
Make your own Chocolate Peanut Butter prayer from this recipe