When my cancer was diagnosed, I felt like the walls were caving in on me. I had just buried my dad a month prior and another dear man shortly after that. My mom has always said, "Everything happens in threes" and I feared I was facing my destiny: I was next in the coffin. At forty-three, I received the gift of realization that life is short, and to take every day as a present. I started looking at how I spent my time, and I chose to call up kids I know to take them out for ice cream, go out for lunch with my friends and laugh and ask the cute bartender if he's single! Life is short, I no longer want to miss opportunities. Cancer has taught me to speak up and to enjoy life.