I was looking through my photos tonight and noticed that there is some part of me that still thinks in terms of photos I took before I knew I had cancer, and photos I took after I found out I had cancer. I wonder if/when I’ll stop thinking that way?
This is the last photo I took before I found out I had cancer. It was midsummer’s day and I was in the north of Scotland. I got up early to discover it was an incredibly beautiful day. I wasn’t early enough to catch the sunrise (insanely early that far north), but did catch early light and beautiful clouds and blue skies and fresh colors. A lovely memory of a walk and a time when I could simply enjoy the day and the views without thinking about cancer. I look forward to talking another walk like that at some point in the future, when the painful memories have faded and nothing about cancer sneaks into my thoughts when it’s not wanted.
