Like so many, I was quick to make resolutions each New Year. That is before cancer. Things like losing weight, taking vacations, were big on my list. But after cancer, or in my case, during cancer, I just couldn’t jump on the resolution bandwagon.
When you’re in the throws of cancer, you’re just trying to get to the next day. You think, let’s hope I don’t puke today or that maybe I’ll be able to get out of bed to take a shower. The thought of the next twelve months scares the crap out of you and setting expectations just feels like a recipe for failure.
While I was trying to get to the next day, I started to become very aware of the ‘gifts’ the universe or whatever was giving me. Like watching an amazing sunset so intense it brought tears to my eyes. On a good day, hiking amongst the largest and most beautiful trees I’d ever seen. Or being able to spend an afternoon with my nieces, playing make-believe super heroes.
I realized that these gloriously fleeting moments, is what made up my entire year. These were the things I would call upon from my chemo-ridden memory banks to pull me up from the darkest depths when I could not face the world.
I wasn’t the cancer survivor/patient filling my year with running marathons or walking along the Great Wall of China, but I was doing my best to embrace what makes me happiest and slowing down to take in every second.
It suddenly became so clear. Forget resolutions, I decided to create a “Top Ten Moments” list at the end of each year. Reflecting instead of being resolute. Reflection by definition means we consider an idea or purpose. My purpose is to live in the moment and the idea is to do it as much on my terms as possible.
Your top moments this year might be something grand like the moment you heard the words “No evidence of disease” or completing a “Living Life List” item. Perhaps your moments are full of those ‘gifts’ I mentioned or maybe it’s a combination of both. Time has a way of moving forward, with or without us so why not reflect on what the year brought us, good and bad.
Find out more about Cervivor Ambassador Carol’s story: http://cervivor.org/stories/carol/