Seventeen years ago today, on Friday, July 13th, during the 13th hour of the day, I was told I had cancer. Nine years ago, on July 13th, during the 13th hour of the day, I was told I had been downsized from my job of 22 years.
So, whether you believe it’s lucky or unlucky, you can’t argue that this 13th day of July has been life-altering for me.
Throughout my life, the number 13 has appeared more often than one could attribute to mere chance. It’s interesting and intriguing. I am learning to embrace my rocky relationship with this number. It has led me down different paths I never would have taken otherwise.
Today’s path will involve avoiding black cats, cracks, ladders, and mirrors. Hey, better safe than sorry!
More importantly, I am lucky today because I’m celebrating 17 years of being cancer-free! So, I’m going to do a happy dance. Feel free to join in. We can never celebrate cancer-free anniversaries enough!
