I’ve always considered myself a lucky person. I have good luck at many things. Playing games, getting the last parking spot, reeling in the biggest fish, ecetera. I remember the first time I bought a scratch and win ticket and won 50 bucks, I thought to myself, well that was easy.
Whenever I can convince Rob to play a game of crib and win, he always remarks, “It’s just luck.” Tell that to a skilled crib player. Which I’m not. I’m just lucky.
So totally surprisingly to me after just celebrating my 50th birthday was being diagnosed with breast cancer. Bad luck wouldn’t you say…….but hang on. Perhaps not.
It is estimated that 1 in 8 women in Canada will be diagnosed with breast cancer in their lifetime. After a time I quit questioning the why me and beating myself up over what I did wrong to be that ‘1’. Mainly because it just doesn’t matter.
Instead I started feeling grateful. And lucky. Lucky to be born a Canadian and to have free universal health care thanks to former Saskatchewan Premier Tommy Douglas. This enabled me to receive incredible treatments for this frightening disease. Not once did I have to think about how I would receive treatment or pay for it. Not once and not one penny.
Luckily for me I had a friend who’d been diagnosed a year earlier and who gave me strength, encouragement and most of all hope. Luckily for everyone, she too is a survivor.
I’ve been given an extra 9 years of living mas o menos since being diagnosed. Even with the cancer spreading to my lymph nodes. That’s 3,222 extra days to spend with my family and friends. Pretty lucky wouldn’t you say.
Perhaps my survival can be accredited to that unlucky, (lucky?) time I was mistakenly given a full dose for my 3rd chemo treatment and should only of been given 75% of the dose. Was I ever sick. But I would choose that full dose any day if it’s the reason why I survived.
But who knows. I quit questioning the ‘why I survived’ as well.
It’s most likely because I’m lucky. I always have been.