Setting resolutions for the New Year is a common practice but one breast cancer survivor has a different perspective on how hers should look for 2018.
BY Bonnie Annis
PUBLISHED December 17, 2017
Bonnie Annis is a breast cancer survivor, diagnosed in 2014 with stage 2b invasive ductal carcinoma with metastasis to the lymph nodes. She is an avid photographer, freelance writer/blogger, wife, mother and grandmother.
I've become a sexagenarian. Who would have thought it? In fact, I was more amazed and elated at my birthday than any of my family members. After being diagnosed with breast cancer, I assumed I’d die early. I never dreamed I’d last years past my diagnosis but this July, I’ll celebrate my fourth cancerversary.
My 60th birthday was a doozy! My family and I spent it in the beautiful mountains of North Georgia. And while I don't feel like I look one minute older than I did before I reached this humongous milestone, every inch of my body begs to differ.
Time seems to be marching ever forward and at an alarming rate of speed. It seems like yesterday I was celebrating the New Year and now, Christmas is just around the corner. Where has the time gone, and why does it seem to move so much faster the older I get? As time fleets, I realize I truly am a vapor, here today and gone tomorrow. The reality of the brevity of life looms overhead, and this truth causes me to stop and rethink my own mortality.
What do I want for the New Year? Usually, I set goal after goal in hopes of accomplishing great and mighty things. And while this is an admirable thing to do, I usually fall short and find myself wallowing in self-pity. So maybe this year, I don't need to make that long list of New Year's resolutions. Perhaps I need a shorter version. This year, I think I’ll be a little more realistic and a little more kind to myself.
My 60th birthday was a doozy! My family and I spent it in the beautiful mountains of North Georgia. And while I don't feel like I look one minute older than I did before I reached this humongous milestone, every inch of my body begs to differ.
Time seems to be marching ever forward and at an alarming rate of speed. It seems like yesterday I was celebrating the New Year and now, Christmas is just around the corner. Where has the time gone, and why does it seem to move so much faster the older I get? As time fleets, I realize I truly am a vapor, here today and gone tomorrow. The reality of the brevity of life looms overhead, and this truth causes me to stop and rethink my own mortality.
What do I want for the New Year? Usually, I set goal after goal in hopes of accomplishing great and mighty things. And while this is an admirable thing to do, I usually fall short and find myself wallowing in self-pity. So maybe this year, I don't need to make that long list of New Year's resolutions. Perhaps I need a shorter version. This year, I think I’ll be a little more realistic and a little more kind to myself.
I’ve thought long and hard about it and I’ve finally come up with a list of 10 small goals. Here they are:
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