The burn... of vulnerable

These are days of rays, racing thoughts... and disconnected words.Robes of white, smiles brave, and laying prone, in prayer. Press repeat, then count the beeps... upon a morning breastboard.Day 12 of radiation treatments... my spirit in a mixture. My physical... is adapting well. My mind... is feeling somewhat off, separated, from my soul.The burn... of vulnerable.I'm physically feeling strong, and holding onto faith and gratitude, that this cancer is showing me how to know amazement... in th...