None of us are perfect. We all have flaws and imperfections, some us more than others.
BY Bonnie Annis
PUBLISHED June 07, 2018
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.
On our recent vacation to the beach, I was surprised one day when hundreds of shells washed up on the shore. Scouring through them, I picked up a gallon-sized bag of them. As I worked, I was careful to only pick up the perfect shells, while my husband was picking up ones that had nicks and cracks in them. As I noticed he kept on tossing in imperfect shells, it hit me. Seashells are symbolic of my life. While I seem strong and resilient on the outside, I’m really a little fragile and I’m a whole lot broken.
Today is the four-year anniversary of the day I received my diagnosis, and as I did on the day I received the news, I spent the day at the beach. The ocean and all that goes with it are special to me. They are a place where I can de-stress. Listening to the gentle roll of the waves, watching the seagulls soar, basking in the bright sunshine, those are like heaven to a hurting soul.
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