Three (3) years.
I’m learning to love and appreciate my story, even when it was once a source of so much pain. Growth is beautiful.
Some lessons I’ve learned since hearing the news cancer would be a part of my story:
- Cancer can make you bitter or it can make you better. I pray every day it has made me a better person – someone who sees beauty in the mundane. Someone who chases after life from such a deeply rooted appreciation for each day I am given. Someone who can sit with a unique empathy alongside others in deep, dark valleys.
- Life is lived forward, but it’s understood backwards.
- I have to believe it’s all purposeful. I do not believe any of it was/is meaningless.
- Why is no longer a very helpful question, as I have decided if I were handed an answer I am not sure I’d be satisfied with it.
- Healing never comes as quick as the heartbreak of the heavy.
Three years. Grief to gratitude: a paradox I’m oddly grateful for.
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