I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.
~Gilda Radner
I really enjoyed this quote from Gilda. I understand what she is saying deep within myself. I didn't live like that when I was first diagnosed with breast cancer. I worried -- all the time. I don't much anymore. Of course there is always that little voice in the back of my head -- it can still come back -- don't get too cocky.
I realized that all that worrying was wasting a lot of my time. This realization didn't come in one certain moment but after a long year of mourning what had happened to me. I started to enjoy my days without worry. Maybe I just got used to the fact that I could recur -- instead of it being a nightmare that might happen it became a less scary idea. All I know is that I started to live in tune with Gilda's quote and am much happier because of it.


My nose was buried in books just after my breast cancer diagnosis. I craved information and thought the pursuit and acquisition of it would somehow help me gain control over a seemingly uncontrollable disease.
Although there are more cancer survivors alive today than ever before, being told you have cancer can still leave you standing in the darkest place of your life, as you face the challenge of fighting a disease that threatens to take your life sooner than you expected your life might end. Finding the thinnest sliver of light lingering at the outer edge of your new reality, and then pulling that light towards you so that it fills and replaces the darkness is an act of optimism creating hope in its purest form.
I had a free massage the other day, compliments of a local massage workshop called Caring for Clients with Cancer.
I found
It is good to express a matter in two ways simultaneously so as to give it both a right foot and a left. Truth can stand on one leg, to be sure; but with two it can walk. -- Nietzsche
The life I touch for good will touch another life, and that in turn another, until who knows where the trembling stops or in what far place my touch will be felt. -- Frederick Buechner







