Three months has held Thanksgiving, Christmas, my wedding anniversary (and vow renewal!), New Year's, my birthday (36--woohoo!), and Valentine's Day. So many wonderful moments to cherish and hold onto, even more than before. Three months also has held two more MRI scans for me, both of which showed no progression. Go chemo, go! :)
Unfortunately, these past several weeks there have been funerals to attend. One, a young boy gone to heaven at the age of three; another, a young woman who passed on with cancer; two more, a high school friend's beloved family members, taken by a terrible tragedy. It's strange to me, in a way, how your perspective on death changes once you've looked it right in the face. (We're talking, I could count his/her pores, we were so close.) :) I can't help thinking that, although, of course it is horribly sad, and sometimes tragic, when we lose a loved one, it is, over and over again, an opportunity for self-examination.
Did the doctor tell you that you only had X number of months, years to live? So what. How do they know?
Did the doctor tell you that your cancer is stage 3? stage 4? So what. What if they're wrong?
The truth is, you NEVER know, even when they doctors think they know, even when well-meaning friends and family members think they know, THEY DON'T KNOW. And neither do you. So what are you going to do with this life you've been given? Breathe the fresh air, give a friendly smile, show love to those around you, or sit at home and let cancer defeat you? I know, there are days you are so physically sick from your treatment, it's all you can do to get out of bed. I know how scary it can be, trust me. I know that panic in your chest when you're diagnosed and your world seems to be that of a dream. But if you could find the strength within you (I know you can!) to stand up, and make a difference in someone else's life today, it will make this one, and the next, and the next, more worth living, I promise. What do you want?
I promise. Do it.