The three of us shared a bench in the CT scan area. She talked about the 4th stage breast cancer in her bones and liver, but smiled as she talked about her husband’s love. I was starting to talk about my cancer journey, but stopped and turned when the young man next to us apologized. He was starting to cry, he had testicular cancer and it had spread to his lungs. He wiped his eyes, smiled, and talked about how cancer had strengthened his family. Minutes later their names were called and we all stood, held hands and wished each other the best. Shared cancer stories have a way of weaving bonds of love and hope. Her cancer bloomed love, his cancer brought a family closer together, and mine has empowered my message about the goodness of life, something you must never forget!
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