Thirteen years ago today I woke up with breast cancer. Those who know and love me know what I gave up/went through to be alive now. And I want to say – despite all that – I’m lucky to be alive. Except that actually, it’s not just me who’s lucky to be alive, it’s all of us, any of us who haven’t woken up with a life-threatening illness, as well as those of us who have lived through one. That, is, we’re ALL ‘lucky’ to be alive. I’m going to try really hard to have a great day and contribute some value today. I hope your life means you can too.
edited to add, here’s something from Paris Lees that I think has created value today :
Open Letter to Suzanne Moore
The strongest sword goes into the fire many times…
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo. ❤
So very glad you’re still with us Stella. I remember that Publishers Panto rehearsal all those years ago when you told me it would be the last time we’d see you with your hair. Wanted to howl – first time I’d ever had a friend tell me they had cancer. Many since unfortunately. Cheers & love to you on the anniversary.
ah yes, singing and dancing 3 weeks after surgery!! xxx