I was in Target recently with my daughter. She needed some things so I tagged along. I don't shop much and I was amazed at all the neat merchandise they had to offer. While I was waiting near the back of the store at the changing rooms, I saw a rack of Hawaiian printed mumus. I went over and grabbed one off the rack. As I held it up to me and it grazed my feet, I could just hear the seagulls and smell the salt air. I must have looked a little crazy to the sales lady.
Mumus, I always thought, were typically worn by older ladies. I remember my aunts wearing them. They looked so comfortable and breezy. You really didn't have to think much about what to wear just throw on the mumu.
As I hung the item back on the rack, I suddenly realized that I am in the mumu-wearing age group! Crap, when did that happen! Surely not. The garments were at the back of the store and had not yet been placed in the department they belonged. I didn't stick around long enough to find out where they put them.
It's been a rough 3 years. Fighting cancer is hard. It has been a tough opponent but I am not giving up! Every time I get another diagnosis, I just say tell me when surgery is and cut it out! This latest surgery kind of threw me but I got my bearings again, not to mention a damn good surgeon.
No, cancer is not for the faint of heart. But I believe whenever it comes knocking, that patient will discover strength they never knew they had and find the will to persevere. Because on the other side of recovery is survival. And after survival, is living the rest of your life and accomplishing the things you always wanted to do.
Like wearing a mumu.
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