As quarantine and social distancing wears on, one cancer survivors muses on the little things that have gone missing.
PUBLISHED APRIL 24, 2020
William Ramshaw resides in the expansive Pacific Northwest. He is a six-year survivor of pancreatic cancer and has written a memoir Gut Punched! Facing Pancreatic Cancer.
Like hundreds of millions, I’m hunkered down waiting for this Covid-thing to get over. Beyond the looming terror of getting it, the thing that has troubled me is the countless small things I miss.I miss sitting down with a good friend at Starbucks. These friends are my go-to people. We all have them. These are the people we can call way past their bedtime and they tell us with emphasis, “No, you didn’t wake me up. What’s up?” They forgive us with grace no matter how surly we may be. No matter what we need, they are there for us and us for them. Truly these best of good friends are not many. A flickering video rendering of them on Facetime or Zoom isn’t as delightful as sitting face-to-face across a table with them while sipping on a double mocha with an extra shot.
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