This cancer stuff has probably made me a better person, except for the days when I want to punch the clouds out of the sky. I once met a humble guy pushing a cart across the desert. He said he was out there so that he could “let it fly”. This was critical for him, as he had Tourette’s. The desert didn’t mind. I get that.
This weekend I had the honor of presenting my story to a fabulous group at the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society in Phoenix. How funny that they called me the Honored Hero when it was entirely the other way around. Where else can one give a presentation about despair? But for a few days I haven’t needed to crack stones with my forehead. Deborah says that she doesn’t know why we aren’t insane from our devastated lives, where some days aren’t just tough, they are nonsensical.
I believe the answer is not faith but purpose. It seems to me that purpose is what faith would be if it got up off the couch. Purpose makes faith-speak look like a platitude. Purpose is the thing that puts you right where you need to be, right now.
So thank you to everyone at the Team-In-Training Kickoff with the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society this Saturday. It was a room full of inspiration and purpose. www.lls.org