Friday, March 1, 2019
Wolf at the Door 1998
To Keep the Wolf from the Door: to have just enough money to be able to eat and live, Cambridge Dictionary.
A few days ago we received a card from a long time friend. Along with a picture of the family, and a recounting of the year's travels and adventures, it also stated that our friend had been diagnosed with (stage 2) ovarian cancer. She wrote on the card, "Big white waves ahead for us. And here we go!". This is not the first friend to be diagnosed with cancer. Recently, my husband counted four friends who, in the past two years, have been diagnosed and treated for cancers, all serious, including a young, recently married mother diagnosed with breast cancer. On my side, I have a friend's sister who is literally, at death's door, and another friend who died last year of pancreatic cancer. The wolf is at the door, although different for everyone. For my mother it is being made frantic at not being able to turn the TV off because she has confused the phone for the remote. For my husband it was a DVT in his leg a year and a half ago, and for a young friend it was his mother being hit by a motorist while on her bicycle, left in a coma for weeks. I could go on and on. We all have these stories, they just seem to be coming faster and more furiously. I don't think we can keep the wolf from the door. He's coming. Be ready.