Sweet sixteen

Today is my 16th cancer-versary. 

I missed writing a note last year because I was attending the Southeast Asia Breast Cancer Symposium in Bangkok that day I turned 15. My fellow delegates from ICANSERVE Foundation surprised me with a post-dinner celebration at one of the gazillion malls we trekked. I felt so humbled to be in the company of such strong, dedicated women, so willing to serve others with their time, talent and treasure. 

Throughout these 16 years, I have wondered what God's purpose was for waking me each morning. I've always wondered about any unfinished business. What am I forgetting (again)? Why has God not called me home? What am I missing?

I am extremely grateful for each new day. I know every breath represents God's great mercy toward me. As God's wisdom is beyond any human understanding, I can only trust that I still have things to do on this earth for His greater glory. 

A friend reminded me that it is the dream of cancer survivors to grow old. 

Sixteen may be sweet, but may not be old enough.