The older I get, the faster the clock seems to turn. I am blessed to be fast approaching 70, a milestone I once thought impossible. Ten years have passed since my cancer diagnosis, gone in the blink of an eye. Yet my war continues.
For a brief moment, I tasted victory, the day I rang the bell at my final treatment for stage 4 lung cancer. Six months of reprieve. That was all. Then—WHAM—another diagnosis, completely unrelated. Another battle. Another war. Murphy’s Law, I suppose.
Day by day, minute by minute, I fight. But in this battle, I have found unexpected gifts. The very things I once took for granted have become my greatest blessings. Weather permitting, I am outside every morning, riding 20 miles just to witness the sunrise. That ride has become a euphoric journey through nature, a time of peace and renewal. Each breath I take is a testament to life, a reminder of how precious this existence truly is.
With unyielding resolve, I embrace my fate. My faith, my belief that I am already healed, is the air I breathe. I am not special, every person diagnosed with cancer can find this strength within themselves. Even if it begins as just a shift in mindset, that alone can be transformative.
So please remember this; as long as you have breath in your body, you have the power to change your story. Have faith. Believe in your healing. And watch what He can do.
Peace and blessings!
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