Six months ago, 180 days ago, I was discharged from the hospital and told to go home and wait for my biopsy results. I would go home and wait for two phone calls: one would clear me of breast cancer, the other, of lymphoma. Once that was done, they would go into my spine and take a piece out to see what it says.
Six months ago, my life forever changed. Although I was cleared of cancer (and diagnosed with something nobody has heard of), the fear that rattled my bones and surged through my veins left a lasting imprint. That fear would eventually be consumed by love, passion and an unshakable resolve to live, and live beautifully.
Six months ago, my world stopped for just a moment, and when I looked back, I really had no regrets. But then I looked ahead, and that's when I knew. I had to fight. I had to believe. There is work to be done. There is unfinished business.
Love to give.
Wings to soar.
Hope to spread.
Daughters to raise.
Communities to build.
Words to be spoken, to be written.
Yes, there's too much unfinished business. So everyday, I find purpose through pain, strength through weakness and I live - beautifully.
Six months ago, my life forever changed.