Two days before my breast cancer diagnosis, I had a completed a interior decorating course. It was a secret that I did not share with many. My youngest was due to graduate and head off to college-the empty nest would soon become a reality. It was my turn to dream after all the years of being home caring for my family. I had time to choose my path -so I did. I was on a high from the accomplishment, when I was flattened by the news that this time the biopsy was cancer.
This year has been a long one. Starting again and waiting for the other shoe to drop is scary. I have great faith, but it has failed me at times. I am human. The fear of moving forward is harder than you realize. Picking yourself up and moving on is a slow process - you wait for the other shoe to drop. My husband a baseball fan, says "It is all how you handle the curve ball." He is right and I have been listening to it for years, but I lost the meaning somehow.
It was when another breast cancer patient on her blog the Scared Ordinary, said it this way (paraphrased) Life will continue to hand us lesson after lesson, what really mattered was not what happened to us, but our REPLY. She was right. I soldered two pieces of glass with the word REPLY in it as a daily reminder. It hangs in my car.
Inspired by her wise words I head out each morning to make my reply.
I will be in classes the next couple of days.
In my husband's words, it is time to start handling the curve ball.