One Year

I haven't missed the fact that it has been a year since I was diagnosed with breast cancer. No matter how much I wish to forget it or even enjoy a fictional idea that it didn't really happen to me--it did, and it's been a whole year.

Honestly, I have grown so much in that year. It's all growth I am glad to have. I wouldn't wish it on anyone else, but every day I think thoughts and do things a little differently. And thanks to an awesome plastic surgeon, I actually look better than I did! Ha! What a bonus!

I look at my family differently. I look at my day differently. I use my time differently. I am more merciful. I see little things as more impactful, more worthwhile. I enjoy free time more freely. I am more thankful for incidentals. Or should I say, incidentals are less incidental to me.

In a way, I am more selfish--in that I choose to place my family first, worrying less about making others happy. (Not that I make lots of people happy here--what with the whole "clean your room or the chicken house; your choice" thing! ;)

I hope to never visit breast cancer again. I want to be an old, old Christian lady, setting a good example of being gracious and faithful and not crabby! But until I get there, I want to be a good example of a faithful woman, who was thankful and vibrant and kind, and funny. And a great wife, a good mother, a kind friend and a faithful follower of Christ.

I am thankful to have been given another year to work on those goals.