On March 21, 1984 I was diagnosed with cancer. Other than a blip and surgery again in 1988, I have been cancer free for 25 years. Since I was diagnosed on my 37th birthday, I have a constant reminder of the many things I have to be grateful for. Many people bemoan birthdays. I am amazed and grateful for everyone that comes around. I can’t believe I am 62. I don’t know what it is supposed to feel like, but I feel great! I can still work circles around 30 year olds. My mind still functions (sometimes :-D)
I would not recommend anyone go through the experience of cancer. I believe it was the single incident that turned the course of my life around. I don’t wait to be happy. I have discovered that happiness comes in bits and pieces. It comes every single day. If I’m not in the moment…I miss it.
My sister told me today that I have a wicked sense of humor. It is true and has probably kept me alive. I said many times that first year…
If I die it will probably make a lot of people happy, I’m hanging around just to PISS THEM OFF!