One thousand and ninty five days ago today, we found out that I had cancer. The doctor said it was Multiple Myeloma. " Multiple what?" "It's a bone cancer," he replied and the rest is history.......
Well it has been three years since that dark day. I can't remember the name of the doctor, where his office was, or what he looked like. I never went back to him because he was not an oncologist. I can't remember what I wore, or ate, but some of the smallest details still stick in my brain.
"Could you please write down the name of the cancer for me?" I asked. He tried to explain more to Joe. I remember none of the conversation.
The memories of the day have stopped and started a million times over in my head through the last three years.
I think it is time now to decide exactly what to do with this day.
I need to decide if I should even remember it, honor it, or rip it off my calendar and tear it into a million tiny pieces never to be recognized again.
Fot the past three years, I have remembered this as a day I want to forget.
What do I do now?
I guess I can choose two ways of looking at this day.
As a time to look back and focus on the disbelief, shock, and terror from the day
I can use this day to help me rejoice and celebrate the Mountains I've climbed,
The things I have learned.
The people who helped me get here.
|My son Jace who is serving an LDS mission in Puerto Rico|
and the Gifts of Life that God has given me each of those one thousand and ninty five days.
|Tabi and I enjoying a local Halloween celebration on Main Street.|
We passed out 80lbs. of candy from our martial arts studio!
Today I Choose Two!