A Cup of Water
September 27, 2001, Memorial Hospital
As the sun rose over the East River out my hospital room window
this morning, I began this new day--this new life--by drinking
a cup of water. It was the first drink I've taken in nine days.
From this day forward, I begin the process of learning to eat
without a stomach.
so obvious that that journey should begin with a drink of
water. And yet we forget sometimes what a miracle
water is--how spiritual an activity it is just to take one
sip. The Chinese have a saying, "When you drink water,
remember the source." I certainly did today.
Throughout my regimen of chemotherapy, nothing tasted so good
to me as a tall glass of water--no ice, not too cold, just
straight from the tap. With each gulp, I felt as though I were
drinking the very essence of life.
Water is life. And life is good.