Friday, August 31, 2018

Eight years later...







Eight years ago since my relapse. 
Nine years since my initial diagnosis. 

Who I was then and who I am now seem a world apart and I’ve learned a great deal. 

I’ve learned to take each day as it comes and not be in such a rush because you will miss moments you can never get back. 

I’ve learned to love myself no matter what and it’s none of my business what other people think of me. 

I’ve learned that it’s best to keep quiet and air your opinions in private with your spouse because no one else really cares and he ‘gets’ me.  

I’ve learned that each new day you can fall more in love with your spouse and appreciate all of who they are. Fortunately for me, I married quite an amazing guy who has stood by my side through it all. 

I’ve learned that being a mom is truly a gift that should never be taken for granted because those children don’t stay small forever. 

I’ve learned that it doesn’t matter what religion you are but that you trust in God and his divine power. 

I’ve learned that each minute and each moment are so precious and to embrace everything that each day offers.

I’ve learned to live for the simple things and for the love of family because when it really comes down to it, they are what matter. 

Some of these things are just a natural way of aging and maturing but for me cancer has heightened my awareness of all of these things and more. 

There’s so much more to learn and I’m so ready for another eight years plus many, many more. 

God Bless 🙏🏻 and Keep Rockin’ On 🤘🏻