The sun peeked into the window as I crawled out of bed — I always try to catch the gift of a sunrise. I wandered into the bathroom and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. My shirt was off and I caught the sight of the slightly discolored, yet fading scar on my back. I stopped for a moment and traced it with my finger. Then I looked at my calendar on my phone.
Today’s National Cancer Survivor’s Day.
I paused and then rubbed my scar once again.
Twelve years. One hundred forty six months since I received the call. Over 4,300 days since I heard the three words no one wants to hear: “You have cancer.”
I heard two more stories today about people who had melanoma come back and kill them. My mind is with them right now. And with the gift I’ve been given: A second chance at life.
I know my cancer could come back and quickly kill me. The very real possibility I could have a recurrence is the lens that focuses my thoughts today.
The National Cancer Survivor’s Day should have “Carpe Diem” as a slogan
Seize the day.
I rubbed my scar again.
Seize the day.
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