Two hours ago, I sat in a doctor's waiting room editing a document for a client.
At some moment, I put down my pen and asked myself, "Is this the way I would want to spend the last few minutes if I knew that the next hour would change my life forever?"
One hour ago, as I left the office relieved that the lump in my breast is not an emergency, I debated: do I go finish that document or do I go celebrate in some way my continued health?
I decided to celebrate by finishing the document and feeling happy that I face only the stress of a client deadline.
In 10 minutes from now, I will go jog -- suddenly this afternoon not too tired to feel my body move.
This post is dedicated to a friend - who is also a wife, mother, and business woman -- as she is currently being treated for breast cancer. I understand only the beginning of her strength.
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