When I was diagnosed with breast cancer three years ago, I didn’t ask why I got cancer. Why wouldn’t it be me? Cancer doesn’t care who you are.
It’s very generous in the way it gives. What I do ask myself every day is why I survived and someone else didn’t. Why didn’t I have to struggle through major surgeries, hospitalizations, chemotherapy, profound loss on so many levels — a body that would never function or look the same?