By Dave Taylor
Sometimes it’s difficult to write this column. Sometimes I’m dealing with extremely difficult news and other times I’m just short on things to say. But sometimes, like today, I can barely stop puking long enough to write a sentence.
I’m not sure what’s caused it, whether it’s some reaction to medicines or simply being sick from chemo, but it’s been rough.
I have essentially pledged that this column would be the whole story of my battle with cancer, and so to pretend that I’m doing anything short of struggling right now would be a disservice to that end.
But to say I’m suffering isn’t exactly true either.
Up until today I’d been planning to write about the glow of living in Hancock County, where I’m more supported than I ever would’ve believed I was.
My wife Jamie and I went to the Lewisport Heritage Festival Friday and Saturday, where we saw many friends and loved ones who uplifted us with gracious smiles, pleasant words and even a loaned golf cart.
I came away reminded of how blessed I am to live here in the county, where I’ve had countless people mow my lawn, I’ve gotten donations that are mind blowing, and I still get handwritten letters of well wishes more than a year after this cancer saga began.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: on the whole this cancer has been a blessing.
If not for cancer I never would have reconnected with people from my past, I never would have seen the heartfelt expresssions on people’s faces as they expressed their gratitude for our friendship, and I never would have gotten so much closer with my immediate family.
If not for cancer I’d still be chasing things that don’t matter, like a better physique, a nicer house and a cooler car. I’m still technically pursuing those things but they’re in their proper place now. Before cancer they mattered more than they should.
Now with cancer I live with the constant reminder that things could change at any moment; that I could be on a quick trip to Hospice any day now. It’s a scary way to live daily life, but it helps to rein in my wandering mind and keeps my priorities in order.
As easy as it would be to pay too much attention to the bad things, I have so much good that it overwhelms.
I pray that I continue to seek out the positives in this situation and that this whole ordeal brings glory to God, my maker and who sees me through.
I might be puking but I’m still blessed.