“Strength is born in the deep silence of long-suffering hearts; not amidst joy.” – Felicia Hemans
“Scars are tattoos with better stories.”
I went to NYC this week. Not only to have my neck and chest studied and prodded, but to stick that familiar tattoo in my soul and brain one additional time that my eyes are open to feeling thankful to be alive. To add a little mud to be sure I wouldn’t forget a second, I received food poisoning at my ‘last supper’, all to endure through the entire testing experience.
As I continue to relay it in my mind, hearing the words from my doctor that I am ‘in fact so well and in such great shape, I can be placed in the holistic survivorship program in which includes the end to annual cancer screenings’.
If I can come as close to winning the lottery in my lifetime, and to what that would in fact feel like, I believe I hit my numbers.
I wrote once long ago regarding cancer; that it does not mean the ones who come out on the other side of that monster while walking around with the rest of us, are any stronger. It’s the biggest gamble you will ever carry in your lifetime. If you’re given another chance to talk about it, see the new beginning before you, and to walk away with that monkey off your back while you fight a new day in less threatening battles, you have in fact beat the odds.
Still here or not, if you were ever told ‘you have cancer’, we are all survivors.