Day one...charting the course

Last year, on a Tuesday morning in July, I looked in the mirror and saw that my breast was pink. And so it began.

Cancer.

Well, I am sure the cancer didn't start then, but my relationship with it did. The fear started then, confirmed with a biopsy a few weeks later. The tumour had been there a while. But no one knew how long. The fear was almost bottomless. In many ways, it still is. But something else started then. An awareness of my place in life, my connection with my children, my husband, my loved ones, my path.

No more bullshit. Different fear. And more time spent in the now.