I’ve been thinking a lot about pain recently. Not because I’m in pain, but because for the first time in years I’m out of it.
While I wouldn’t have wished for cancer, I wouldn’t trade my new life for my old one.
While I certainly wouldn’t have wished for cancer, I’m happy with my “new life,” and don’t pine for the old one.
Getting older reminds me of wading into a rough surf at the beach and then ducking or jumping the waves as you wade out.
My initial reaction to this “death notice” will sound familiar to many cancer patients.