Giving thanks for cancer is a choice, and a difficult one at that. How can one give thanks for something so painful and traumatizing?
BY Bonnie Annis
PUBLISHED November 13, 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.
The leaves are changing color, the air is a bit nippier and Christmas decorations are going up in most department stores. There's a definite season of change in the air. In just a few weeks, we'll celebrate Thanksgiving, a special day set aside for remembering all the goodness we've experienced throughout the year.
This year, I'll not only be remembering my diagnosis with with breast cancer, I'll actually choose to give thanks for it. You may have a hard time understanding how I celebrate something that has caused so much pain and agony, but I will. I will make the personal choice to celebrate cancer and here are the reasons why.
Being diagnosed with breast cancer wasn't supposed to be a gift. In fact, it was more of an end to the life I once knew. Cancer changed me in more ways that I can recount; some of those ways were good and some were very bad. At first, I looked at cancer as a death sentence. Being unable to see ahead into the future was frightening and debilitating. But this forced me to focus on one moment at a time and one day at a time. Instead of taking days for granted, I began to treasure them.
This year, I'll not only be remembering my diagnosis with with breast cancer, I'll actually choose to give thanks for it. You may have a hard time understanding how I celebrate something that has caused so much pain and agony, but I will. I will make the personal choice to celebrate cancer and here are the reasons why.
Being diagnosed with breast cancer wasn't supposed to be a gift. In fact, it was more of an end to the life I once knew. Cancer changed me in more ways that I can recount; some of those ways were good and some were very bad. At first, I looked at cancer as a death sentence. Being unable to see ahead into the future was frightening and debilitating. But this forced me to focus on one moment at a time and one day at a time. Instead of taking days for granted, I began to treasure them.
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