The fact that its National Cancer Survivor’s Day just popped up in my Twitter feed. Honestly, it wasn’t even on my radar for some reason. I’m not speaking anywhere about surviving cancer. Nor have I made any elaborate plans. I ate cold pizza for breakfast (which I kind of regret now –That wasn’t exactly a healthy move on my part). I haven’t rubbed my melanoma scar or written anything about how people need to get checked for cancer. It’s 8 a.m., so I guess the day is young.
I did take my oldest son to the church so he could head off to scout camp. He’s 15 now. He wasn’t even one when I was diagnosed. I’m about to memorize some lines for a TV show. I need to plan my week. I am sitting here listening to my wife sleep. My youngest son is still snoozing, but I will make him breakfast soon. I woke up, saw the sunrise and said my thanks to the Lord.
Hmm. I guess I am celebrating National Cancer Survivor’s Day in the best way possible: I’m having a perfectly normal day.
And for that, I’m grateful beyond words.