Recently, I came across an article titled “My Name is Cancer” or “Call me Cancer” or something like that. Truth is, I was so appalled by the idea I scrolled past as fast as my index finger could go. I can’t speak to the article – clearly – as I read nothing but the title (and even that is up for debate). So, no offense if you wrote it.
Why was I appalled then? My identity is not, and will never be, cancer.
It will never be cardiac block or Graves’ Disease or the common cold either.
This experience is real, and it is tough. But, it is not me.
I believe that the defining moments in a life should be the things that resonate with your soul. The times when you feel most authentically you. When they placed my children in my arms? THOSE were defining moments. I can tell you another good one. I was a sophomore in high school, and I spent my spring break working with underprivileged children in downtown Oakland. THAT was a defining moment. I can identify these experiences as defining moments because they were instances of clear recognition of the divine calling on my life. I was obviously wired to be a mother to many. These were great AH-HA moments.
Getting cancer is not an AH- HA moment – it is an Oh-Crap moment.
I think that perhaps this is what happens to some folks. The Oh-Crap moments overshadow the awareness of divine calling. The tragedies become the defining moments. Life was never meant to be a tragedy. In life you WILL have troubles. Jesus said this – immediately followed by – BUT FEAR NOT. Bad things happen. Don’t lose sight of the divine calling on your life. You were born to fill a hole that only you can fill.
I prefer to think of getting cancer as a REFINING moment. Refining gets rid of unwanted elements and makes improvements. It is never a bad time to get rid of the things that creep in to hold you back. It is always a good day to make improvements.
Call me a work in progress. Always progress. I’m OK with that.