A few years ago, I wrote a book. A memoir, it began as a story about my struggle with an incurable cancer. I’d been diagnosed in the year of 2000. Four years later, I became legally blind and no one could tell me why. The assumption was that the toxic effect of chemotherapy had damaged my optic nerves. Who knows? I still don’t. Since I had to retire on disability, (as a teacher of the disabled ironically) with nothing else to do, I sat down and wrote a book.

To say I was in a negative state, would be putting it very mildly. Self pity became my middle name. The story of my life was a way to leave something behind, as I thought that I would surely die, very soon. The words began as my own, but after a few chapters or so, something happened to me. I consider it a miracle. Suddenly, looking back on my life, I found that I had been given some gifts. Each page revealed more of them. I found that they’d been there all along, but I had been too blind to see. Maybe I had to lose my sight, in order to gain more vision about life?

Today, the book is complete. I thought it would be just for my family and me. Still, now I know “the secret,” that was given to me. My life and my world has changed. I no longer live on “borrowed time.” The cancer is gone. I live in abundance now. Serenity belongs to me and always will. My book will be published. . .just wait and see. If my life and world can be rearranged, full of miracles and blessings beyond measure. . .then I can safely assume that yours can too.

Sincerely and eternally grateful,
Vicki