This last year I learned to be happy in the midst of surgery/chemotherpy and various other treatments for cancer.
I was happy before cancer and I truly loved my life, but I really had to learn how to be happy despite the everyday inconvenience and pain of treatment. I was fortunate to have an incredible husband, Paul, and a lovely daughter, Elizabeth, and the best friends anyone could ask for, as well as super doctors and caregivers. People were the key.
Nobody knew exactly what to do, yet they were able to give me just what I needed at just the right time. I also had to learn to breathe deeply and endure scary thoughts and be happy-- despite everything that was going on at the time.
I am now cancer free. I am the same and yet different. The difference has to do with how I look at the everyday ridiculousness of life. When anyone says that they are soooooo busy--I find it hard not to laugh. Happiness has nothing to do with being busy. It has to do with the ability to sit in the sun and watch the light filter through the leaves.
Sometimes that is enough and has to be enough.