If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change
Jack Kornfield, Buddha's Little Instruction Book
A single hydrangea blossom. The only one left after rains, frost, ice, snow. A survivor.
This photo was not the image I had in mind when I was thinking of finding one beautiful flower to photograph this week. Clearly, this single blossom has a lot of competition in the beauty arena. But as I was sitting on my porch earlier this week, it's a front porch kind of neighborhood, this lone survivor caught my eye. It resonated with me.
Then I realized that this week, a year ago, was when my biopsy results came back and I was diagnosed with breast cancer. Much has happened. Many months of treatment and endless check ups have passed. I am forever changed. I am a survivor.
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Many thanks to all of you for your lovely comments last week. As a little update to that photo, we've found an assist harness for old Bob. Last night he was able to walk up the stairs. He's happier!