I would never consider cancer to be a gift. It is not a gift but a scourge. That being said, the response to my diagnosis has been eye opening. Never had I known that my life had touched so many. Never could I have known what I have meant to so many people. Perhaps this knowledge might be considered a gift. My life would have gone on taking all for granted. Now things are different. I am greeted by one and all with well wishes and prayers and kind thoughts and actions. They smile when they see me, but in their eyes is a deep abiding sadness. My prognosis is not good and I will be missed when I am gone. I have turned into somewhat of a legend and not at all human but an angel who is now a cancer fighting machine. Everyone reminds me of some act of kindness which I had directed toward them at one time or another. I had forgotten so much but am now reminded. So the gift may very well be that I have been a good friend and that I have made a difference to many. A better gift would be a long life that would continue to help and support all that I could.
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