When I posted in late June, I stood on the brink of a vast adventure in Scotland, an experience meant to mark the end of a chapter embedded with a mysticism only one's imagination can concoct. Spending time with Magical Mary and Life Changing Liza completed the end of something huge, or so I thought. It represented the finish line and the runner in me saw the end glimmering with hope. Scotland held transformative powers and going there, spending time with kindred brethren would undoubtedly cleanse me of any leftover toxicity. I built it up in my mind, as we all do of events we look forward to. I envisioned how it would feel to finally put my death dance with cancer behind me, to stand atop the highlands and inhale the fresh breath of life and know that all would be okay. Sorry, this isn’t Hollywood! One moment doesn’t carry such power, especially when that moment has been shaped by our expectations. Disney characters exist...
Follow this cancer journey and explore alternative methods in dealing with life's challenges. Stay tuned to how one reinvents what it means to "live."