The other night I was at dinner with my husband’s family. Nothing formal; just a casual birthday celebration, but I did get to talk about the foundation. Not only did the family want to hear how it was going, but there was another couple in attendance who I was able to fill in. They were interested in the idea and thought it was great. They liked that the mission was to focus on the friends and family and could relate. One of them recently lost his mother to cancer, and both of them offered to volunteer time.
I have also spoken with some family and friends recently, phone calls that were long overdue, and everyone seemed so thrilled at my decision to start this foundation. Many of them know bits and pieces of my story, but are looking forward to reading it in its entirety. And me? I’m enjoying the therapy of telling it.
Everywhere I go lately I run into cancer. Monday, at a client’s, a woman shared with me her fear that her mother has pancreatic cancer. There is no official diagnosis yet, and the hope is that it is something else, but the fear exists. It amazes me how much fear cancer can create.
I’m thankful for all the encouragement I continue to get for taking on this project. I’m thankful for the project. My other life tends to drain me mentally and emotionally, and this is reviving me.
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