Where the River Ends

by Charles Martin

don’t care what trash the world throws at you, don’t let it muddy your reflection.

I’m no sage. I don’t pretend to have this all figured out, but I know this: some live well, some die well, but few love well.

’Course, it’s hard to hear when you’re hurting.”

Cancer is the ultimate identity theft. It’s a vulture—it doesn’t care how old you are, where you’re from, who your daddy is, how much money you have or how important you think you are. It is no respecter of persons.