Last summer an old friend found this blog and sent me an email.
It brought me to tears. But the part I remember most was where he told me it was okay if I broke down once in awhile.
I knew what he meant. He was giving me permission to be less than perfect.
I thanked him for his wise words. But I also told him the truth, which was, I wasn’t faking the decision to be happy. In fact, cancer – somehow – increased my capacity for joy.
I’ve not felt much like breaking down these past three years.