As New Orleans, my former hometown, stares down the barrel of Gustav, I can't help but think of my New Orleanian brothers and sisters who are also fighting cancer.
I lived through seven weeks of evacuation during Katrina, heartsick and frail with grief. I can't imagine what it would have been like if I were, at that time, battling cancer. What would it have been like to be displaced not just from my home, but also from my doctors and my treatments? How would my recovery have been effected if I were torn apart by the stress of evacuation and loss?
My heart goes out to everyone on the Gulf Coast. I wish them safe travels and a safe and speedy return to normalcy. And I feel so lucky, again, but so sad.