Everything happens for a reason.

It is funny how things fall into place. The universe has a way of placing people in your life who can really make a difference. My Pet/CT scan is coming up next week. This will be my third scan. I am not nervous about the scan itself. Having to lay in a tunnel everyday for 25 days of radiation treatments has helped with that. I am nervous about getting my results. My leg has been sore for the past week. I bought myself an elliptical and have attempted to work out a little bit every day. Seven minutes a day is what I am up to now. I do not want to push too hard. I am so much more active now. I pray that this is the reason why my leg has been bothering me. I try not to worry about the scan, but it is so hard not to.

I went to a girl scout event Saturday night with my daughter. One of the speakers was Sandy with Project Pink. The Young Survival Coalition was spreading the word about breast cancer. The founder of the Girl Scouts died from breast cancer, so the ladies were there to speak to the girls. When I walked in the room, she was already starting to speak and I heard her voice which sounded very familiar. Then I got a good look at her and had a pretty good feeling that I knew who she was. I made my way to the door so I could catch her as she was leaving. Turns out she visited the Cancer Center one day when I had my chemo treatments. That day she gave me a pin from the Young Survival Coalition. YSC is geared more for Breast Cancer, but there are not that many foundations out there for Sarcoma. No matter how you look at it, Cancer is Cancer no matter what type it is... That day at the center she told me her story and it gave me so much hope! I still wear that pin on my sweater. I thought I would be able to go up to her, tell her my story and keep a strong face. Boy was I wrong! As soon as I told her that I was one of the ladies in the cancer center getting chemo when she visited, I lost it. Tears were streaming down my face! I told her how much her visit meant to me. How much hope she gave me. How that random act of giving me a silly little pin helped me more than she could have realized at the time. We talked about how hard life after cancer can be. I met her friend who is also a survivor and for the first time in a while, I felt like I was around people who really understand. Just five minutes of talking with those ladies made me feel like I was normal, not the odd ball trying to fit in. She took a picture with me and I walked back to my kid feeling really good. The moms there asked what was wrong and I cried again of course. My daughter came up and I told her who the lady was. My kid loves the pin she gave me and the story behind it. She was upset because I didn't grab her and take her over there. She wanted to meet her too.

I am amazed at how things tend to work out. When I am feeling down or my hope starts running low something happens in my life to give me a boost. Who would have thought that six, seven months after chemo I would be at an event that just so happened to have a cancer survivor there, who visited the center during one of my treatments. I am a true believer that everything happens for a reason. I have often thought that eventually, I would like to volunteer one day and be one of the survivors that go to the center to visit with the patients. I want to be that person that inspires hope in someone else. Seeing Sandy reaffirmed that for me. This is my chance to make a difference in someones life.