Metastatic Happiness

I am happy.

If a stranger were to bump into me on the street, for the first time, they might think that I'm a woman with a very funky buzzcut. I don't think they would know what lurks under my physical facade. 

I smile.

I laugh.

I AM happy.

I have all of the prerequisites for being happy:

I'm married to the man of my dreams.

I'm blessed with five wonderful children.

I have the best parents, brothers, sisters-in-law, nephews and niece.

I'm blessed with a loving and supportive extended family.

I'm blessed with caring friends who are so fun to spend time with.

I live in a loving supportive community.

I believe that there's One God above and He is good.

I live in the Holyland.

I have an awesome pet dog.

I enjoy my life.

I feel loved.

Today, I needed to fax my medical papers to Bituach Leumi (Social Security) and when I stopped to read my own PET scan results and pathology reports, I felt like I was reading someone else's disastrous nightmare. Surely I cannot be the site embodying such an aggressive and nasty colony of cancer! I'd forgotten so many of the details. How can it all be true?

I'm happy. I chose this happy path that I'm on... Not the cancer. Life.

I want to spread it around... Like cancer spreads. Not only do I want to infest my world with the joy and love that I feel, I want my happiness to metastasize to every person I know and every person I meet along the way.

That's all I have to say for now.