Second Chances

Not too long ago, I was folding laundry on the couch in the living room when I looked up and saw myself in the mirror. In that moment I didn't see myself as someone who'd had cancer and I knew that I had been given a second chance.

It was reaffirming something that I already knew, but in a way that dispelled the sadness. I wasn't going to be angry that I’d had Leukemia or worry about the 'what ifs' or 'whys'.

I had cried at least once every single day since I was diagnosed. But that day I decided that I wasn’t going to shed a single tear over it again. I had already experienced the sorrow, fear and uncertainty of cancer. I wasn’t going to continue re-living it. I was going to live. Period.