The age-old advice to “choose your battles” is a great rule of thumb for relationships–friendships, parenting, even marriage. But, in life, sometimes you don’t have a choice. Sometimes the battle chooses you. In my case, that battle is cancer.
At first, of course, I was shocked…devastated. I cried…a lot. I prayed…a lot. I hugged my husband and my kids…a lot. Then I had a revelation: I may not have chosen this battle, but I could choose how I fight it. I could wallow in self-pity and depression, dragging down all of those around me.
Or I could lift my head, put my chin up and face this battle head-on. I decided
I was going to do the latter. That meant making some difficult changes and
learning some tough lessons along the way…