MIRROR, MIRROR ON THE WALL
When I look into the mirror I see a survivor. I don't think about anything but living. Well, that's not true because the farther I get from cancer, the more hopes and dreams I let creep in. When I looked into the mirror during my illness, I wasn't that bald person staring back at me. I didn't recognize myself. My body had let me down, but I didn't want my soul to escape. People responded to the way I looked. I hated the pity I saw in their eyes as much as the fear. The body is back to its original state, but the soul has taken on the wonderful layers of a survivor.
Now I celebrate - Bad-hair days - Bushy eyebrows - Stubble legs with razor burn. I celebrate - Blended flavors of peanut butter and chocolate - Sweet lemonade through a straw - Greasy hamburgers with bacon.I celebrate - Whining children - Shouting and arguing - Pulsating music and barking dogs. I celebrate - Making plans - Dreaming - The hoping that goes with having a future.I celebrate life.
By Karen Klosterman - from Chicken Soup for the Unsinkable Soul, Copyright 1999 by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen
Arava u mayet an namaes u ryes / There is no strong man when the sea is at its worst - Ivatan Proverb
Sutera Harbour Golf and Country Club
2 years ago
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