I asked my pal Hugh Yarrington to write the following introduction to Loene's poem. Waging his own battle against cancer, Hugh wrote this intro from his hospital room after a week of chemo treatment. Hugh and Loene have exchanged many messages of support and encouragement. I cry when I read both Hugh's intro and Loene's poem. I love and admire them both. From Hugh:
If you know Loene Trubkin and suffer a bit yourself, you will cry when you read her poem - for her, for yourself, for every one who has felt -- but been unable to express so precisely -- these awful feelings.
Loene has comforted and inspired many with her courage and -- heretofore -- calm, quiet dignity. For all those who respect her, depend on her, and love her -- as I do -- this poem is a happy shock. Her deepest feelings are here so openly exposed and so like our own.
For those who don't know Loene, it is important to say that her poem is a good cry, a rant, an emphatic piece of pure rage in the face of the utter unfairness of all that comes with decades of incurable disease. Still, today, and every day, I know that she will wake up and look for as much happiness as she can find in it. In the hardest of times, she will always say, "Just hang on. Better days are coming." And, happily, better days are here for her now - in a nice remission with six months before her next PET scan.
Here's the poem Hugh so beautifully described. Loene gave me permission to share it.


