One word

Being sick with a terminal illness has given me a chance to reflect on many things. Things I have contemplated have been painful, humorous, and enlightening. If I could sum up what it all means, the thoughts, my life, I would say one word, "Lucky". Yes, I said it, "Lucky".

I was born lucky. There was not one single day in my life that I did not know I was loved. my parents loved me, and I love them. Some people never have the privilege of the nurturing and compassion that I got from my Dad, and I am grateful for it. It molded me and made me what I am todAy. The saddest day of my life was jan 12 1979, the day my Dad died. I was lucky to have had him in my life. Mom too, but Dad was my rock.

Lucky, I was also lucky that I have insight, knowledge, the gift of seeing. Whatever you want to call it. I see things way ahead of others. It is frustrating because they don't get it. I feel isolated, and eventually much later, they come to the same conclusion. Painful and lonely but still I am lucky.

I am also lucky to have so many wonderful friends. They say you are lucky if you can count your friends on one hand. Your true friends that is. I think I have to use my feet too. So. Yes I am lucky. In the face of this adversity I have to think positive and the word is Lucky. Was cancer lucky, NO! Was this cruel and painful illness I will always have lucky. no. But the other things far outweigh cancer. Make no mistake about it, cancer sucks. But there is good in it and I have realized how lucky I am. So....... Think about being Lucky.