There’s an odd thing about being diagnosed with cancer: you suddenly become fearless. it’s almost like you’ve checked the “crappy” box by having breast cancer, and now you think nothing else can harm you. While I’m not jumping out of airplanes, I’m doing all sorts of reckless things: jay walking, running with scissors, and dialing my cell phone while driving. Heck; some days I don’t even floss.
With my new emboldened attitude, I was recently out walking the trails of the local park and I came upon a dog (no owner in sight) that wasn’t on a leash. My heart skipped about 10 beats as I prayed to God that this wasn’t a rabid ferocious dog. (please stop laughing about the fact that I’m 46 and still sort of afraid of dogs!!) Eventually some entitled local woman came up behind the dog and it followed her out of the park (nobody in “Stepford” actually thinks the “must have dog on leash” rule applies to THEM!!). I thought this was a God-wink to remind me that having breast cancer doesn’t give you a total “hall pass” to do whatever you want. I guess I’ll have to wait on those bungee jumping lessons
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