Cancer Lesson #58: Cancer reminds us we’re going to die.
Let me say upfront, if having cancer made you a better person, I’m glad. And if you can view the disease as a “blessing,” well you’re certainly more evolved than I’ll ever be.
I’m three years out now (and counting every moment with gratitude), and my conclusion about having had cancer is this: What cancer does is remind us — rather forcefully — that we’re going to die.
Perhaps for some, this has the effect of making them a better person.
For others, not so much.
I only know how this knowledge has affected me.
For one thing, I’m a lot less patient when people waste my time — not exactly a “better person” kind of attribute.
On the other hand, if I want to take time from what I “should” be doing to do something I want to do, well, guess which wins?
I’m more likely to try things I might not have in the past. I’m also more able to say, “No, I’m not going to try that because I don’t want to.”
Each day, I am more grateful my mom is still with us, sassy as ever at age eighty-four.
At the same time, I grow ever more concerned about my friends who are still in treatment, and yet so thankful to have them as part of my life.
I’m more grateful overall, better able to pull myself back from daily stress by reminding myself of my mantra, “Happy to be here. Happy to have hair.” (And the second part is negotiable.)
We’re all going to die. And that eventuality is statistically more likely to come sooner for those of us who have had cancer or are in treatment for it.
People die every day in completely unexpected ways.
The challenge is learning to live every day.
Cancer has taught me to try.