Since writing about my breast cancer diagnosis, I have been overwhelmed by positive responses, encouragement and well wishes from family, friends, co-workers, acquaintances, and even persons who have never met me. I am humbled and grateful for the support of each person who has rallied around me with prayers, positive thoughts and caring advice. I was deeply touched when a friend told me that she admired my attitude towards my diagnosis, indicating that for me the glass was not just half full, it was refillable. Those words led me to consider what exactly I would be refilling in my glass.
Maya Angelou once said that Hope and Fear cannot exist in the same space at the same time. You have to invite one to stay. I choose to fill my glass with Hope.
I strongly believe that my diagnosis at a time in my life when I have never been more healthy or fit, can send an important message that if it can happen to me, anyone is susceptible. My main reason for sharing my story was to encourage other women to do their mammograms, so should they find themselves in a similar situation, they will receive an early diagnosis, giving them a greater chance of full recovery. Since my last blog was posted, ten ladies have indicated that they plan to get their mammograms done, with one already completed. A male friend has also said he plans to have his prostate checked as soon as possible. I hope there are many others also planning to take preventive action.
There are many goals I would like to achieve in my life: places to visit, races to complete, photography books to publish, hiking challenges to embark upon and new skills to learn. Some people would call this a bucket list but I consider this to be my glass filling list.
The most overwhelming response I have received is the multitude of prayers offered as groups of prayer warriors, family, friends and strangers have taken on my case as if it were their personal mission to ensure my complete recovery. There will always be room in my glass for prayer, not just for me, but also for all those desperate for prayers in their time of need.
There is one thing of which I am certain: My glass runneth over and over and over.