The quiet gets me. It’s the moments between waking up and getting distracted by the day. The silence in the early morning before anyone else is up. I try to shut my eyes again and the thoughts just consume me. When I get up and start my day, it gets easier. But it’s that quiet. It lets in all the thoughts that I didn’t think I was holding back, but apparently am. I mean, I can’t even talk about my cancer without starting to cry. It’s heavy and scary. My soul is so tired of fighting, but I want