Yes, I am grateful to my breast cancer. I realize that sounds strange and I would not wish that diagnosis on anyone. At the same time, my diagnosis has brought me clarity about what is really important in life. Sharing my gifts…making a difference…knowing that I matter…encouraging others to tap into their creativity…to write their story…to not wait until they have a health crisis to take care of themselves…and to uncover buried dreams.
Tapping into my creativity is at the core of my healing. I discovered the power at the ends of my fingertips. Incredible and tremendous power…more than a prescription…because it is our own brand of creativity unique to each of us.
I am no longer willing to defer my dreams.
Writing my book has always been at the top of my someday list. I’m very near to making that dream a reality. I have also established myself as a writer freelancing for newspapers and a monthly magazine. Now, I’m even helping others with their writing as a coach.
Eleven years ago I met with a surgeon who described my surgery as searching for specific grains of sand in the Sahara. I have been fortunate in that the severity of my type of breast cancer did not involve the level of treatments and invasive procedures others have had to endure. I do share the same fearful apprehension that the cancer will return with everyone what has ever received this diagnosis. Your life changes and is never the same again.
What have you always wanted to do?
What makes you feel creative?
What is on your bucket list?