Every morning I look at myself in the mirror and wonder whose body I have inhabited. This is not my white puffy face, not my burnt tongue, not my thin and straggly hair. This is not my dry and flaky skin, raw and swollen fingers and plump sore body.
I have learned too much from this cancer; too much about how my body is not my own and only a vessel to get me through my earthly travels. I have learned that it is not important what I have but WHO I am and who the people are around me. I have learned that God made every last tiny part of us for a very special reason. Eyelashes keep the soap out of your eyes and you don't know how important they really are until they are gone.