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* I am taking a break from the silly and the squirrelly look at life for one more post. I won’t  guarantee that after this that I won’t slip back into the serious mode now and again but just not so intently as I have the last two posts.

From the first days after I was diagnosed with cancer, the view from my world changed.  The gray, the black of the world around me no longer seemed so gray and black. The frustrations and disappointments of life are no longer a primary focus for me. The absurdities of national and world news events no longer affect me the way that they used to and in fact, I am able to see the absurdities of the world much easier, much clearer than I have ever been able to before. I now am able to see the beauty in my world, not just in the distance but up close and up front. My world looks a lot more beautiful  in the last eight months than it has in a very long time, not since childhood.

When cancer is diagnosed it makes one nearsighted. The Oxford dictionary defines nearsighted as being unable to see things clearly unless they are relatively close to the eyes. For those of us who have cancer, a long range view being farsighted is no longer possible. Our future isn’t measured in years, months or even weeks. It is measured in  days or hours. When we wake up and welcome a new day it’s a gift. I have worn glasses since I was 8, almost, 50 years. I never considered nearsightedness as a gift. I do now.

In March my cancer was pronounced as cured but my nearsightedness continues. When I wake up I find myself grateful for a gift of another day. I have discovered that when your day begins as a gift you look at what the day brings differently. We are able to see the same beauty in life that we saw as a child  when life was fresh. The problems that used to cloud out the beauty in my vision are still there or problems like them are anyway but in light of seeing each day as a gift, the problems seem not near as big or as heavy as they used to,certainly they are not big enough to distort or to hide the beauty.

It is said that in life we choose how  we see things. We choose what our focus is. This is true but sometimes in the hustle and bustle of life, we get caught up in the countless details, causing us to lose sight of what is really important. An illness like cancer has a way of showing us the shortness of life, allowing us to see that the finest things in life are all around us.

I am cured of cancer but I will never forget the lessons learned from my fight. I will always see each day as a gift and I will be always on the lookout for life’s precious views, views like this one:

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