Isn't it ironic?

I-ron-icAdjective:

1. Using or characterized by irony.
2. Happening in the opposite way to what is expected, thus typically causing wry amusement.

I've said this before, I have a love-hate relationship with cancer. I hate it, that word is very powerful but yet love the people I've been blessed to meet because of cancer. I have met the most amazing, uplifting and inspiring people through this interesting journey.  

I thought I was the only one that drew inner strength from deep inside, until I met another cancer patient. And yet, now it feels that I can't relate to people who have not been through anything trialing in their lives. It has been easier to priorities and make decisions but it also let's me see the BS from a mile away.  

I have in a ironic way have found the foundation and support system that I had been searching for through out my entire life.  In the ironic twist, I think I've found where I'm suppose to plant and grow from.  And all thanks to cancer.  So in many ways, a blessing.  It doesn't allow me to get to far ahead of myself, to prideful and keeps me with the constant reminder that life is short.  I am humbled by the fact that all I have to do is close my eyes and remind myself that life is not guarantee of anything. 

After a life of building up a brick way to protect myself from the outside world, cancer broke it down. I wasn't going to do it myself, so I was forced to do it.  So with all my kinks and corks, here I am, perfect just the way I am. Knowing fully that happiness now is my priority in life, and I have a constant reminder of that, cancer. 

Thanks Cancer. You suck ass. But thanks bring about the changes that I would have never done on my own.