Do you remember the day that you found you had cancer? When Uzma heard those five words, her life changed forever. Read more.
On July 15th, I heard the words that pushed me from a life of carefree existence to a life of spiritual liberation.
"I am sorry, it's cancer."
These five words were uttered from the other side of the line, during a phone call that I had been dreading all weekend. My lymph node biopsy was done on a Friday, leaving me about 60 plus hours to contemplate what life held in store for me.
Normally weekends feel short and are over in the blink of an eye but that weekend lasted a lifetime. I had already "seen" my funeral, my mastectomy, chemotherapy treatments, the sickness - all of it. No movie was entertaining enough that weekend, no...