My Gratitude

As I start writing this, I wonder how many blogs and posts, journal entries and letters begin with the words "I am grateful". Yet the commonaility of the phrase does not diminish its capacity to to adequately express awe for both the magical and ordinary moments of our lives.

So here's my gratitude.

I am grateful for the most difficult year of my life. For surviving, for healing, for breathing.

I am grateful for having had the courage to walk right through a dance with cancer and emerge glorious on the other side. I am grateful for early diagnosis, for my body's inner knowing that led me to that diagnosis, for the medical technology and advancements that have made such a triumph possible, for my own magic and faith in healing that guided me through the dance with such grace, for my naturopath Dr. Michelle Tucker, for my breast surgeon Dr. Lora Hebert, for my plastic surgeon Dr. Rimma Finkel. I am grateful for James's support, for my family's love, and for my own strength.

I am grateful for new friends that have come to mean so much in my life, and for old friends who always have.

In the simplest of terms, I am grateful to be alive. For new eyes with which to see myself and the world around. And for a new opportunity at life.