Telling someone they have cancer is always a very heartbreaking thing for me. A few days ago I had to break the news to a woman that she had cervical cancer. I wish I could turn back time to the point where somehow this person would have been able to get a pap smear done so she would have been able to take early intervention.
It was too late. Her cancer was at an advanced stage. She broke down in my office and bawled. I held her and wept.
“How much time do I have?” she asked me as I tried to calm her down. I went home that evening thinking about time.
So often we say we don’t have time. We make the excuse we don’t have time to look after ourselves.