When I was told that I possibly wouldn’t live more than a year and a half, almost three years ago, I had no choice but to learn to find myself in every moment I live.
Every time I feel threatened by cancer the challenge is not to anticipate the pain that might come back – even though it has left scars imprinted in my soul- so that it does not transform into anger; nor to pleasure – even though it might offer me satisfaction and comfort- so it doesn’t transform into addiction. Because neither anticipation, nor pain nor pleasure will help me to get rid of my anxiety.
Now, here, this body is my home and being strong is my only best option.

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