As we have established, I am not Pollyanna. The complicated truth is that incurable cancer did destroy my good life in certain respects, and took much from me. There can be no denying this, nor cancer’s power. But…it also augmented my life, and made me a better mother, wife, daughter, and human being. It made me more contemplative. It forced me to see the beauty that surrounds me. I made me stop. It made me notice. It told me what mattered. It told me what didn’t.
