Cancer is not who I am.
It does not define us.
It does not make us who we are.
It is a small piece of an intricate puzzle that altogether makes a picture of our lives.
The thing is, when we go through a horrible ordeal like cancer, all the other puzzle pieces fall away.
And when you try to put them back together they just don’t fit like they used to.
Illness, divorce, abuse…whatever the trauma is the affect is the same.
The perfect picture of you crumbles into puzzle pieces on the floor.
And you just can’t seem to put them back together again.
Then you have a choice.
You can remain there.
A pile of broken pieces.
Or you can drive yourself mad forcing the pieces to fit like they used to.
Even though they just don’t fit that way anymore.
You can pick up all those broken pieces, throw them away, and just start over.
Let go of the old picture of you.
And make a new one.
And you’ll be blown away at how much more beautiful this new picture of you is.
So what are you waiting for?
It’s time to put yourself back together.
As the perfectly beautiful misfit that you are.