When I was told I had cancer I thought it was the end. Nothing would be the same and it was all downhill from there. But weeks later after reading the internet from end to end on all things cancer I came across someone who said that they consider the day they were diagnosed as the day they became a cancer survivor. Not the day they had their surgery. Not the day they had their last chemo session. My darkest day was their most optimistic day.
After a while I understood. The fact that it was diagnosed AT ALL was the miracle. The fact that their journey to heal began that day was to be celebrated. It goes to show you that we can let something break us or we can learn from it.
I will not let this break me.
