Some of you may know I have been working — well, actually been putting off, thanks to a number of actual life happenings — on a book called “The Only Gifts of Cancer.”
How could cancer have gifts?
Truth is, it’s terrible and devastating, but there are a few gifts it can bring to your life. I was reminded of one of them this week as I shuttled between a hospital for my father and a different hospital for my daughter.
That gift — from cancer, or from any life-threatening illness or trauma — is perspective.
- Because it suddenly does not matter to me whether she gets her diploma in May or in July, or next year, as long as she is healthy, safe and happy.
- Because I haven’t gotten on a scale in over a month and I realize it didn’t matter, it worked itself out.
- Because most times it really was important for us to eat together as a family… but when we couldn’t, it was cool to see how everyone did fine.
- Because there are times when it really is important to stay up to get a client’s work done: I promised, and it really could only be done by me; but there are times when it’s okay to ask someone else to jump in — because the work still has to be done, but my father may not live through the night.
- Because it made my Dad feel better to know I was there, even if he didn’t always remember it.
- The fourteen million acronyms in the self-reflecting social media universe will be there when I get back. I can turn off my *&@! phone.
I have children who need me, and that’s a gift; I am someone’s child, and that’s a gift.
It has made it absurdly easy to make decisions.