I’ve just returned from a birthday party.
But it wasn’t the type with streamers or candles.
My greatest challenge of the night wasn’t avoiding the party food or the birthday cake it was, in fact, holding myself together. Holding myself together because looking around the room I saw 8 out of the 10 smiling guests either have had cancer or have been directly touched by cancer. The guest of honour himself has been given 12 months to live. If it’s a good year.
This makes my hunger, detoxing pains suck less. Suck less because they are inferior to the reality. They suck less because I am choosing to be hungry. Choosing to because I want to feel better, to be happier, to be healthier, to live longer. Today sucks less because I have the choice, still, to create my future.
So day three is done and dusted.
Today on day three I am grateful.