June Makes Me Think of Cancer
Sweet Miss Bekah June makes me think of cancer. I don’t forget cancer for the rest of the year, but particularly in June it sneaks in to occupy my quiet moments and brings it all back to the forefront. It’s a good thing. I remember how lucky I am, how differently things could have gone, and how beautiful and perfect my life is, even if at times it seems otherwise. Perspective. Gratitude. Gravity. These are the gains. There were great costs and significant losses, but none of it can be undone, and we must learn to love what we have and appreciate its value. I am well on my way to reaching that goal. The old wounds still sting a bit, but I am blessed to have many years to let them continue to heal and for the scars to fade and melt into memory. This year, the day before the seventh anniversary of the stem cell transplant that saved my life, marked the first anniversary of the loss of a very dear cancer sister, Bekah Furey. Sh...