But someone asked me this evening if I write every day and I said, "Yes. That's the gift that cancer gave me."
Here, in fairness to Cancer, are some other things it gave me (which doesn't mean I'm not still working on kicking its ass):
- The knowledge that humour can be found in the darkest places.
- A renewed appreciation for the people who love me.
- A sense of confidence in myself and my ability to face new and tough challenges.
- Perspective.
- An abiding love for a good pedicure.
1 comment:
AMEN! I second the line about the dark humor. Eric and I gained a sense of humor so black that I think it disturbed other people. Hell, I still laugh at things that make other people just look at me. Oh, well, they can think that I'm crazy...humor is a hell of a coping tool.
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