Morning Counts

Not everything about my cancer was sad or scary. I still had to get up in the morning and do things. It seemed sort of funny, in a way, that while I was worried about treating my cancer, impotence and incontinence, I still had to go to the can, brush my teeth, clean the house, repair the car……

Probably this was the beginning of my going deeper into myself – deeper than being afraid or angry.

My experience of cancer brought with it, among other things, greater peace and strength.