You know I have a lot to be thankful for and every day , when I listen to other people, little things I take for granted I have to keep giving the Father thanks over and over....I have the greatest group of friends who are always there at my beck and call to help. I have my children and those that I just call mine that are there every step of the way. I have never had to have a fund raiser, my man didn't leave me because I have breast cancer, and last but not least my work place didn't retire me ....Last night they had a November birthday party for 3 of us and when my boss got up to toast me he said "We couldn't do without you". That makes me feel so special....they at all times try to keep me rested and loved. Even though I have been feeling that due to my absences from work since July as a result of my 2 surgeries, I need to be back at work, I have never been pressured to do so - it has been all on my terms....it doesn't get any better than that. Thank you IK and Cathy, it's been a pleasure working with and for you these past 11 years!
I would like to believe that what you give out comes back to you so those of us battling, try and come out of the "woe is me" if even for a day .........see the good in cancer, it's not all bad .......you have been warned - if you are thinking of malicing someone - there is no time for that so don't bother with the petty things, you wake each day giving thanks and you savour every moment that you are above ground, you say I love you more and you pamper yourself today instead of tomorrow.
I remember my friend Barbara asking me if she would ever drive again, I promised her she would..." Why not?" I exclaimed. She never did! She got diagnosed in January and was dead by April......I was diagnosed in 1978, I'm still here. Hers was aggressive mine is slow moving so I give thanks for that too.
I could have missed out on a black man being President of the United States of America - I didn't......
I could have missed out on my granddaughter - I didn't ......but most of all I could have missed out on raising my son Sajato who was under a year when my first cancer was diagnosed so he would not have remembered his mother......what a miss that would have been and what a lot of stories wouldn't have gotten told.
Those of us who are under the gun , remember it's not the beginning or the end of the race..... hasn't Usain shown you enough times it's how you run the race?
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