Walking on a thin line

I hate the \”Battle\” metaphor for cancer. Someone is always \”bravely battling\” brain cancer or \”losing the battle\” with lung cancer. What piffle, would you describe someone who has fallen off a cliff as having \”lost their battle with gravity\”? I prefer to think of it as walking a tightrope. A long tightrope with the other end shrouded in mist. You try to keep your feet moving slowly one in front of the other, looking ahead, clinging tight to the balancing rod. Every so often you slip, or the rod becomes unbalanced, or someone rattles the rope to try to make you lose your balance. But you recover, and carry on towards the invisible end, slowly, steadily.

So that\’s how I think of it, walking a tightrope. Though sometimes it feels more like walking the plank.