Wind beneath my wings

Bette Midler has sung this song and moved millions of listeners.  We  know our loved ones have provided so much support for us.  Without them, we could not have experienced life nearly as much.  HaePyng, KC, Paul, etc. are all dear friends to Sylvia.  Hae Pyng and I drove Sylvia to Atlantic City for an outing.  We visited Jersey shores, Cape May, and the Princeton University.  We had a good time, and Sylvia was a good sport even though she was under some pain, and did not sleep too well on a couple of nights.

I saw a butterfly with its wings broken, and it was limping and tumbling on the boardwalk.  I picked it up and placed it on the side of the boardwalk under a tree, so that it would not be stepped on by the foot traffic on the board walk. A cancer patient is like a beautiful butterfly with broken wings.  The wind beneath its wing can no longer help it fly.  What a difficult path the patient has to walk alone.  One can only pray for less pain, more comfort, and more peace of mind.  I just wish that Sylvia can walk the path bravely and without feeling loneliness.