Six months ago today, I had surgery to remove cancer in my left breast. It was an episode so far out of my normal experience of life that it almost seems as though it never happened. And now, six months later, one of my best friends is going in for major surgery today, too.
When I had my brush with cancer, I didn’t think I was going to die, but I knew it was a possibility. As my friend goes in for some serious surgery, I don’t expect her to die, either, but I know that she could die. We all react differently to the idea of death. Some people get depressed. Some people think of others they’ve lost. It has a different effect on me. It makes me think seriously about life.
(If you weren’t around for my cancer scare last January, here’s the article in which I first discussed it. And here’s what I wrote as I was going in for surgery that day.)
I don’t know about you, but I have a terrible habit of taking life for granted. There have been certain chunks of my life when I’ve absolutely wasted my time, simply because it seemed as though my time was almost limitless. When I’ve done that, I’ve felt bored and unfulfilled. I think that’s one of the real causes of some people turning to various kinds of drugs or other addictions. (For me, the addiction was sugar. I’ve written before about feeling like a “sugarholic.”)
We love great tales of salvation, but real change rarely happens
Epiphany: Was it so bad that I used to work toward perfection?
If there are exceptions to free speech, it’s not really free speech, is it?
As we enjoyed the sunset together, language and borders didn’t matter
In a saner world, we would never hear a word about Jussie Smollett
Irrational beliefs hurt all of us when you hand power to the ignorant
Jesse Jackson Jr. demands Obama hire 15 million unemployed Americans
What do you love enough to want once more before life slips away?