It is amazing to think what the last 12 months have been for me and my family. It has literally been one year since my diagnosis. One-year since I began the dialog with Eddie about knowing cancer not kill me, old age or some other thing would be the death of me. Also trying to determine who and when and what we would say, where and how. To think that since then we have endured 4 surgeries, 5 months of chemo, and 5 weeks of radiation... During the time Eddie kept the household together allowing me to work, rest, rest, heal, rest.
Today, in the eve of my 41st birthday I am reminded of how easy it is to get swept up in the rat race and forget the blessings we are each given, daily. Blessings like our eyes to see the beauty that surrounds us, ears to hear the birds and voices of our loved ones, hands and arms to embrace those who need and want be held, etc. I constantly give thanks for waking up each morning and being "allowed" to spend time with my husband and children. Things could have turned out so incredibly different.
Something like cancer or another serious illness/disease can make a person question their purpose. Or certainly has had me questioning. any way. Not is a depressing way, but a way of wanting to understand more about how my life has impacted others and how others have impacted mine. I've purged a few "friends", and lately I am a little ashamed to admit, I've been selfish with my time and energy. I haven't done all of the things I used to do, and I've allowed myself to feel ok about it. I've said no to leading things or taking on new things. Blah blah blah.
I look forward to continued health and many shared moments of happiness with each of you when time permits we come together.
Today, in the eve of my 41st birthday I am reminded of how easy it is to get swept up in the rat race and forget the blessings we are each given, daily. Blessings like our eyes to see the beauty that surrounds us, ears to hear the birds and voices of our loved ones, hands and arms to embrace those who need and want be held, etc. I constantly give thanks for waking up each morning and being "allowed" to spend time with my husband and children. Things could have turned out so incredibly different.
Something like cancer or another serious illness/disease can make a person question their purpose. Or certainly has had me questioning. any way. Not is a depressing way, but a way of wanting to understand more about how my life has impacted others and how others have impacted mine. I've purged a few "friends", and lately I am a little ashamed to admit, I've been selfish with my time and energy. I haven't done all of the things I used to do, and I've allowed myself to feel ok about it. I've said no to leading things or taking on new things. Blah blah blah.
I look forward to continued health and many shared moments of happiness with each of you when time permits we come together.