Again and again the universe reveals to me the reasons for my living through(and beyond) cancer.   I was contacted via Facebook by a friend of a friend when she was diagnosed with Thyroid cancer.  Although I am a breast cancer survivor (of 21 years!! Woot woot go me!!) I can easily relate to what she is experiencing - especially the initial agony and terror of a diagnosis and all of the testing and worse: waiting.

As I was communicating with "Susan" I said to her that being able to support her "justified" my cancer.  Although I wouldn't wish cancer on anyone (bad karma), I know that I had the experience for so many reasons...my cancer had a purpose and that makes the whole nightmare understandable and sometimes worthwhile.  That sounds weird and makes me want to toss salt over my shoulder, knock on wood, and cross my fingers because I hope that I NEVER EVER have to experience the disease first hand (or 2nd either).

Cancer has had a part in making me who I am today: a 47 year old woman, with scars, a great set of recently reconstructed boobs, who KNOWS that she has "kicked cancers ass!"