More sad news today – a friend from work lost his wife to cancer. She had been fighting on and off for about three years, and while I knew this, I did not always ask her husband how things were going. Not because I didn’t care, but because I remember the feeling of not wanting cancer to define me or my family. It hurts my heart that I didn’t know she was close to the end. And today she is gone. She leaves behind not only her husband, but their little boy who is probably around 5 or 6. She also kept a blog that I didn’t know about until today. It’s inspirational to read her words – to feel how happy she was – how even though she was going through so much, she never let cancer claim her spirit or her moments. She let cancer take away from her the unimportant, and leave behind only what mattered most – her husband, her son, her friends, and the love she could bring to the world. It’s the cancer wake-up call that the inspirational people in the world hear and answer. I can’t say that this is me. I think I was too cavalier with cancer. I still am today. I never let myself believe that cancer would get me. I don’t know why. Even at my oncology appointment this week, when they called me back three times for more pictures, I was cavalier. When I was in treatment, I fought so hard to get back to ‘normal’ that I think I lost part of the beautiful things that can happen when you embrace the changes in your life, rather than fighting them. I’m not doubting my path – maybe this stubborn resistance is what I needed to get to where I am today. And I am grateful for this place.
It was hard to be at work today. Hard not to run down to daycare and snuggle with my son the rest of the day. Hard not to feel like everyone’s normal lives should not go on as usual when important people are missing. When others are missing them, coming to terms with the fact that their lives will never be the same. I was reminded of something I said to my friend Faren when I found out I had cancer, and something she repeated in the toast she gave at our wedding – that no matter where you are in life, there is always a best thing and a worst thing. I try and remember this to help me be more kind to people who might otherwise drive me crazy. For most people, I don’t know how deeply their worst thing is hurting them, and I don’t know how much they have to be happy about. But no matter who you are, and how happy or sad your life might feel – there is always a best and a worst thing. So today I share my best thing.
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This morning as I was getting ready, I let Brendan roam free. I looked up to see him waving his arms around, but it wasn’t his usual dance moves. As I looked more closely, I realized he was playing with the dust particles in the beam of sunlight coming through the window. I remember doing exactly the same thing when I was a little girl – I can remember thinking that it was real live magic. My best thing is having a little boy remind me that there is magic all around – even in dust dancing in the sunlight. I can remember days when my best thing was an apple and a clean pair of socks, so I’m particularly grateful for the height of my happiness today.