When I was first diagnosed with lung cancer I found it very hard to identify with the word, never mind the illness it represented. Back in 1997 my prognosis was less than 15% survival, so then it meant death. After 22 years and more lung cancers that I have survived it’s just a word cancer- such a plain word- doesn’t really mean what it did to me. Cancer is complicated, its a journey, an experience, war, battle, …fight, etc. What it means to me is being truthful, and genuine, trustworthy and completely honest. I don’t have room in my life for even the slightest fib. Cancer is also life for me, because, damn, I’m still here!
What does it mean to you?