Simply the Best Job Yet!

A little over a year ago, I received a grim cancer diagnosis from Dr H.

This particular surgeon looked far too frail and unsteady to be in a kitchen slicing tomatoes, let alone performing an intricate surgery.

I just wanted out of there.

Then I had the privilege of meeting Dr K, an oncologist with the bedside manner of a boorish oaf.

Dr K. informed me that all the prayers in the world wouldn’t be enough to save me.

He also made it clear that I could go to 100 different doctors, and they would all confirm this.

At that point, I was not fearing cancer as much as being “treated” by these two doctors.

So out the door I went, thinking of all the other possibilities that surely must exist.

After trying a little of this and some of that, I was doing fairly well.

I had taken total charge of my personal health, while doing my best to reduce the level of stress in my life, and even taking an extended time off from work.

I became my own full-time job.

It was the best job I ever had.

Reconnecting with myself.

Finally becoming Number One.