Day 139 // Just Because
As we cuddled in bed on Sunday evening, a commercial appeared on television for a cancer treatment center. Tears trickled from my eyes as David gently placed his hand on mine.
As we cuddled in bed on Sunday evening, a commercial appeared on television for a cancer treatment center. Tears trickled from my eyes as David gently placed his hand on mine.
I received this poem yesterday from a distant friend - someone I had not spoken to in years. Grateful yet tearful and overwhelmed with her outreach, my heart is warm with love and I had to share.
Thou shalt regard the word, "Cancer", as exactly that: a word. Nothing more, nothing less.
It's a game to me now. What once was dreaded is now met with ferocity.
I was given a gift, wrapped shabbily - non-returnable, non-refundable!
Reluctantly...I accepted it.
I love my "baldness"! Somedays I have felt like Julie Andrews in the Sound of Music singing aloud on the top of a mountain - "My bald head is alive with the drip of taxol!"
Gratitude is a forgotten factor in happiness research.
I stood on the sidelines eighteen years ago as I watched my sister and brother-in-law confront his battle with leukemia.
There has been a little more pep in my step as of late. Someone told me I looked "refreshed" - I'll take that compliment any day of the week.
Four months ago on this date I awoke at 3:45 AM not to teach a class but instead to gather myself (along with hubby and stuff) and head to the hospital for a surgery that would forever change me.