How do I live my life now? After the "gift" of cancer, I am more bold, more mindful and more aware.
During chemotherapy, I was certainly not myself: fear, poison and steroids pumped through my veins; I knew it was only temporary, but the end of temporary seemed an eternity.
I'm alive, the fundamental fact I took for granted before my cancer diagnosis.
I've earned my gauntlets.
The moment I hear my doubting voice, I acknowledge it then take action reaching for what I want, without feeling ashamed!
After going through cancer, I have no apologies, and I ask for what I want.
"I chose Love and Joy."
The soles of my feet have walked across many exotic roads and battle zones.
Chemo is terribly ugly - it feels grippingly horrible on the inside and I felt unattractive on the outside.
It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions.