The What-Ifs have come for a visit.
Then I learn how to wear a prosthesis. And take care of what I have left. Or right, in this case.
Two- Do your own prep work. Be ready. Decide if you will choose to be with God or without Him.
I dreamt of being in a line, waiting in the wings, backstage, in heaven. God stood at the front of the line, giving assignments and sending each person through the door on a personal mission. It felt like jumping from an airplane into life...
It had started innocently enough, with one of those silly facebook status update games for Breast Cancer Awareness. I have always rolled my eyes at them, wondering how on earth that was supposed to help. But this time, instead of playing along, I simply promised to go have my mammogram. I was a year and two months overdue. It was time.