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A woman I know is battling stage IV cancer. With deference to Christopher Hitchens [2], who is troubled by using “battle” in this context, whatever you call it, it’s fierce. Despite the grim circumstances, my friend remains amazingly upbeat, posting frequently on a blog provided by the hospital. Her cheerful updates put my petty gripes in perspective. A few days ago, she expressed gratitude for having one of the essential components of a happy life – “someone to love.” Reading this, I was jolted out of my humility. SomeONE to love? Is that the recipe? If so, I’m screwed.
Image: I Promise To Love You, Tracey Emin [1], 2010