When cancer touches your life, you are never the same…
I know the disease well. I took care of my beautiful, young mother as she died of pancreatic cancer. A few years later, her sister and her mother also died of the disease.
“Cancer is not for sissies,” observed actress Suzanne Somers, a breast cancer fighter.
Hopeful vigils mixed with feelings of helplessness. Corridors of frustration, fear, and rage.
“Sorrow,” said singer Joni Mitchell, “is so easy to express and yet so hard to tell.”
Then it was my turn.
On a sunny Hawaiian February day, a particularly aggressive tumor in my uterus was diagnosed to be leiomyosarcoma, a rare soft tissue cancer. After its removal, my first oncologist gave me a two-in-10 chance of surviving six months.
“In Chinese, there is no word for crisis,” explained cancer survivor John Mann. “The word that comes closest consists of two symbols. One for danger, the other for opportunity.”