Boy, it feels really dicey to start this conversation. I honestly have no idea where it will lead. I’ll tell you one thing today. Eleven years after diagnosis of a likely-terminal breast tumor, I keep getting another day. Hence the extra day, this extra day. This website. I thought I would eventually shed everything to do with my cancer experience, and today I have to say, well, maybe not. I thought all that hoo-rah was capsulized in a time frame. Again, probably not. Life’s big events make changes which affect us, maybe, forever.
Here’s the door I am opening, which I hope you will enter with me. Whatever your big-life-deal may be, whether it’s your cancer, your loved one’s cancer, or some other trauma or explosion you’ll tell me about, let’s talk here on this blog about being alive today. Being alive in this hour, like right now, with the March sun sloping on the hill, the siren sounds on the freeway, and me, wanting popcorn as usual, while I work to bring more of me to the table.
I do not know what cancer recovery is. I think we all live with it. Even those rare birds who aren’t touched by it even indirectly, isn’t it in the background somewhere? If I let go of the idea of recovery and stand in the middle of this moment, I take a very special breath and feel energy rush up and down my spine. Can you do that? With me?
With great love,