In the early stages of my illness,
when the cancer was just beginning to bloom inside me,
my karate found full, if awkward, expression
in the relatively pain-free movement of my ankles, knees, hips, wrists, elbows and shoulders.
As my ankles began to betray me
and as my knees and my hips followed suit,
"Well, I still have my arms."
As my wrists begin to betray me
and as my elbows and shoulders follow suit,
I have come to realize
that all I'll soon have left
is my spirit.
The cancer can't have that.