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