I did not expect to be diagnosed with cancer. When it happened, it turned my world upside down. I once said to a friend that my life used to fit into this nice, neat little bucket. Then cancer came along and kicked my bucket over; pieces of my life spilling out across the floor.
As I gather up these pieces, I hold each individual piece in my hand and examine them for the first time. During this time of self examination, I find that some pieces are missing. I will never get these back. Others are damaged and changed forever.
Then there are the pieces that I choose to leave aside. I don't want these ones any more. As time passes, there are new treasures that fill these empty spaces inside my bucket. The contents of the bucket changes. My life has changed. I know that my life will continue to change. Nothing stays the same forever.
I find that, with time, the bucket begins to fill once again...
