How cancer made me a happier person!
Happiness means for me to believe in his dreams. Do not let anyone tell you that something is not working. If I had believed in 2011 during my recovery all the people who wanted to set limits to me in my positive view, I would not write this article now. My dream was to get well again. I was very lucky. I decided to fight. I said yes to me I dropped off my mask. My real and true potentials and talents could develop. To be brave, to be myself at last. That makes me happy!
For years I did not allow things for fear of what others might think. Being happy is a decision. YES to you and to the wonderful life. No matter where you are right now. To enjoy life everyday. To be healthy, humble, grateful to enjoy myself and every day with my family. But if you get a diagnosis in the morning that shows you right away, it's STOP in your life, right now. Then everything is different. Happiness means for me to slip in the morning in the cuddly bathrobe of my husband, walk barefoot on the wet lawn, then take a shower in my outdoor shower cold ... Partially I have? Freezer? on your feet, it is always so nice to overcome my inner bastard who would rather stay in bed or relax under the hot shower the day? would like to start. I live! This is always aware of me every morning, I enjoy it very much. When the sun rises slowly in the morning, I sit with a fresh coffee on my bench in the garden in the middle of nature, meditate. Then I'm really happy!
My family is still sleeping. I am grateful that they are with me, that they are healthy, that we have each other. You are also my big luck! That gratitude, that humility, that was not always there. On the contrary ... I was very shallow, felt only valuable when I was styled top, when my hair was perfect, when our house was perfectly clean and I could always present myself in the right light. My priorities have changed significantly since then. My attitude to life and especially to myself. I can still remember the day when the phone rang. It was October 6, 2011. My gynecologist said, "Mrs. Greschner, we have found something." I still see the whole situation in my mind's eye, I sit down on the stairs and thought, "No, not me."
I do not wanna die!
And then: This is pig! Why me? There were 100,000 thoughts that raced through me. Where is the coffee that I just wanted to bring my husband? And right after that: I do not want to die. Only desperation, then it has awakened my fighting spirit. An emotional roller coaster ride? just without fun. If you get the diagnosis of cancer from one day to the next, you have two options. Either into the valley of whining and see what you could miss out on OR decide to be happy, with no hair? with curves that are not always there, where they belong. Then you learn about life, especially the things that were otherwise pretty obvious, especially your self, how to appreciate and love yourself.
My family lived through so many emotions in 2011 and 2012, allowed me with my roommate? to experience cancer and bald. OPs, chemo, fears, what will ... my feelings about what it's like to have no hair. My luck, then and now, that I have my family. They are my rock in the surf, they support me, they give and give me the strength and they love me the way I am. Pure luck! And not a matter of course. I have come to appreciate the little things in life again. My decision to accept the cancer offensively and gratefully in my life, to accept it then lovingly let go. And all with a dose of humor.
Obviously, hardly anyone who did not know could not see that I had cancer because I had a first-class wig. Was pretty handy, in the morning jigsaw in the bathroom, a mini-stain foundation, some ink on the few eyelashes, hair put on? finished. Was it easy for me? No, it was not always easy for me. I got into it, cried snot and water. That may and must be, because the emotions wanted to get out. For me these were very important feelings and moments that I was allowed to experience. Because my hair was my sanctuary, until I gave it on on December 23, 2011 voluntarily.
I never lost my humor!
I did not dive deeper into the hole, but I left my spade at the cloakroom. Again, thanks to my great family, I had an environment that gave me room to cry and motz. But then also said to me: "Pull yourself together now, where is your focus ??. These are also in retrospect real moments of happiness. Because this love is not self-evident. My sense of humor, am I? nearly ? always received. No matter what situation I was in.My life lessons have made me the person I am now. I feel richly gifted, in experience, in love, in humility. I am very happy.
At a family party, I entered the Bedouin tent without hair, because they hung at the very low tent entrance. Thank God there were only two persons in the tent, three with me. It was a summer day and most of the guests were in the garden. My cousin and husband looked at me with wide eyes. Looked like a beep ... Then I only horrified an indefinable noise from me, then laughed and my hair quickly again? slightly wrong? put on my head.
For follow-up treatment I was allowed to travel to the beautiful island of Sylt. For me a dream. Sea, dunes, wind. Wind? Help, in summer, bathe, walks on the beach. My thought was: ? What if the wig flies into the sea ??, So in summer temperatures my hood on, tight laced, you never know, up on the bike and explored the island. It was almost half happiness. I wanted to enjoy it, but I often took my fears for a walk. A solution was needed. This came with a dear fellow patient, who has promised me, but my wig on Sylt to take a break. In a sense, to send on a relaxing holiday. After dinner I went up to the room, put my hair down, admired myself in the mirror, made another decision, said goodbye to the wig: "You stay here, I do not need you anymore?" Down to the lobby and shown me with my brisk Kurzhaarfrisur à la Sylvie Meiss.
Anything is good for something!
Of course I was looked at sometimes funny. There were sometimes stupid feelings. Nevertheless, I was very proud of myself. That was also a real lucky moment! Since then it has been a bit of a poke when I have a bad hair day? have. This new lightness made me very happy. On my way to recovery, to be happy with this attitude and the decision to change my entire life. I realized something must be good for something. I have made another important decision.
My motivation and absolute life's task is, with a lot of heart, clarity and empathy women? especially working mothers? Give impulses and simple tools for implementation. So that they find a healthy work-life balance for themselves. That they can enjoy their business and professional success with passion while having enough strength and energy for the family. To inspire women to free themselves from the opinions and expectations of others, to have the courage to finally be themselves. Listen to your intuition and your body! That is one of the most important impulses that I give my clients in coaching. Because my body gave me already before the diagnosis of cancer clear signals. Migraine, mental and physical exhaustion, which I have always diligently ignored. I had to work? I know this feeling of constantly being in a circle, of losing focus and of doing neither a job nor a family, let alone oneself.
It makes me very happy when I see in my coaching, how the customers are more and more about themselves, more and more come into their own power and recognize for themselves what they really, really want. To finally dare to be herself. Whether it is their own business or they are currently in the phase of life change.
Being happy is a decision.
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