The second I was diagnosed with cancer, I knew God was telling me my old life was over. I knew God wasn’t messing around this time – it was time to listen. My life had been spiraling out of control after I left my marriage. I wanted desperately to be happy but didn’t know how. I knew God was using cancer to get my attention. I refused to go through cancer and miss the opportunity to heal my life. I didn’t know what was about to happen but I committed to allow God to mould my life into what he wanted it to be. I was tired of failing. I was tired of needing. I was tired of wanting. I wanted meaning. I wanted purpose. I wanted to be happy. It was an incredibly challenging and difficult journey, but as God pruned me of everything in my life, I began to see the true beauty around me. Cancer wasn’t ruining my life – cancer was saving my life. Instead of praying to God to take my cancer away, I thanked God for giving me cancer. Cancer was saving my life and instead of fighting it, I accepted it.
