Just another day. The sun rises and sets–or to be technical about it, the earth rotates–and life on earth goes on. Gray sky and sunshine, rain and rainbows, plants growing, birds scratching for food under the bird feeder. An ordinary day like so many other days, but at the same time a unique day that will never come again.
Cancer treatment is over, except for taking that one little, white pill each evening, and those recheck appointments carefully inked onto the calendar. My radiation tan has faded, and the little scars from surgery only occasionally ache a bit. I am almost as good as new, perhaps better in some quiet, unseen ways. I like to think so, anyway. Cancer ought to be good for something!
I keep busy with work, cooking, cleaning (well, I try from time to time…), church, writing projects, and all those other activities that eat up our days. Life goes on, but perhaps I am a little more aware now that one day it will go on without me. I will move on, leaving all these things behind. (That thought should motivate me to clean more, so my kids don’t get stuck with my mess.) “This, too, shall pass,” I tell my husband concerning a particular challenge we face. If we could look down from God’s perspective, our present troubles would probably look pretty small.