My cancer is not…..terminal. That makes me incredibly lucky.

My cancer ….was caught early. How grateful I am my doctor requested additional tests. 

My cancer is not…..a childhood cancer. I am a grown woman who can deal with the poking and prodding. I can understand the disease and am old enough to reason that the pain is temporary. 

My cancer is… in my body, not that of my child. Many would give anything to be in my shoes. 

My cancer is…..curable, not simply treatable. This disease is a chapter in my book and I get to turn to another after. For some, they will endure this disease and its treatment indefinitely to keep cancer at bay so that they can stay alive. 

My cancer treatment is…being taken care of by the insurance coverage I have. 

My cancer…is not preventing me from earning an income. 

Yes, my cancer is defining this time in my life, but I know that it does not define me. I recognize the impact it is having, but my blessings are greater than this disease. If you feel sad for me, please don’t. But if you want to do something I know that Anne’s Place or St. Jude’s Hospital are two organizations that support those who need assistance. For me, I simply ask that you say a prayer in my name. Cancer has not only shown me how very lucky I am but also how very much I have to live for.