One more treatment and the tough drugs are done -what more is there to say.
One represents many things: I am one of a kind except perhaps that pesky doppelgänger potentially lurking out there somewhere; there is one earth, one sun, one G-d all debatable, one day at a time, one bite at a time, one Picasso, Rodin etc., one biological Mom and Dad, one heart, one first born child and grandchild, unless multiples, one first pregnancy, one first love, we have one son and one cell that starts cancer.
The one cell divides and divides again and just keeps going. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if there was one test to find the maniacal cell, one drug to stop its growth, one treatment, one payment, one checkup and one pill to clean it all up?
It would be one-derful as was apple picking with Reviva yesterday, she is one of a kinda.