Five years.
And I am okay. I didn't even notice when March 20th came and went--the day I got the news five years ago.
Everyone expects to learn something from such a hardship. I don't think I learned anything, really, except that cancer really sucks and there are a lot of people affected by it--in most cases far worse than I.
I have received miracles and answers to prayer. I am learning that life doesn't necessarily get easier, but the miracle is that we are so loved by God and other people. I am grateful for dear husband, who loves and supports me unconditionally. And I am okay. It's okay not to be perfect. It's okay to fail sometimes, as long as we get up, make the amends we need to make, and get busy again.
I want to eat well. I want to pray sincerely. I want to love deeply and wholly. Most of all, I want to bless the lives of those around me.
