As a chaplain, I witness people grieve, love, heal, and die. How to wrestle with the reality of the body’s fragility – of the body’s inevitable date with death – at a time when so much of the world celebrates a joyful birth? The juxtaposition between the lights of communal cheer and each individual patient’s pain weighs heavy.
“Cancer at Christmas,” I say softly as I turn the corner and enter the oncology floor. “Many blessings to all with cancer at Christmas.”