With a sleepy mood, Obi Wan Kenobi is rocking smoothly on waters with fenders attached tightly, ready to have a good, long restful nap before she will sail again. I am really sorry about the name of our boat but it came with the legacy, after previous owners. As a yacht, she should be named by a woman’s name but we decided to leave it for now. 

 

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   The boat in a sleeping mode, is comfortably rocking like a cradle, so peaceful and restful before the summer, when she will sail with a crew: a skipper who is a husband of a woman, whom many call, in reflection to her battle,  a cancer warrior or a “Wonder Woman” (the name from the famous movie, many might remember), their daughter and with extremely high frequency  - accompanied by their dog.

  With this thought of Obi Wan Kenobi sleeping safely for long windy and cold months, the cancer warrior must have invented something different that took her bad thoughts from her worries, something that kept her focusing on other things and not occupying her head with bad energy. 

  Fishing! That’s a good idea and an excuse to be outdoors more, she thought one cold day. So she began to assist her husband in anglerfish trips to the far end fishermen’s  pier...with an ambition to catch a good fish. Instead, losing an exciting hope, there were usually times when nothing was caught or something that she could not even name, by far too unrecognisable fish for her to be able to find out what it is! There were small black breams, squids and not eatable fish, all very untypical looking monsters that seemed to her totally different from what she used to see in a local fish market. Boring bream, cod and squid that she was aware to see as a catch...until the time when something raised from the surface of angry water. This one was different...(see the film below, please be aware of the building suspense music as a background assisting): 

 

 

  With excitement, having shaken all the time, the cancer warrior started to believe that the angry sea  has more to say in its affection. She thought at a glance that all the days of catching nothing...were now rewarded by “thee Catch”!

  She even forgot for a while in this excitement about her tiring and tough fight with cancer. Now from the hindsight, she considers it as one of best fascinating activities she had performed during her intense treatment in colder months, when the world seemed to be boring, blurred and dulled. 

 

...And the spring came with glory of colourful and blooming flowers. The weather started to allow anglers to go with their rods and catch mackerels, sea bass, eels, cods and breams. The summer is introducing a hope for a better weather, with the ocean full of extraordinary creatures for passionate anglers to catch...And then their wives will be thrilled to prepare delicious dinners with proud.

 

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  The story is dedicated to all breast cancer warriors as a tip how differently they can occupy their time in between treatments, during recovery or post cancer, as a therapeutic activity, they can do, which might be a blessing for their minds, their bodies and their souls.