I Am Beginning To Understand Why I’m Still Here
There are moments in life when you stop asking “Why is this happening to me?” and start asking “What is this trying to teach me?” I feel like I am living in that place right now. The treatments can be brutal, medieval, and harsh, but I am still here. I am open, I am ready, I am listening.
I believe in something bigger than survival. I believe in the Law of Attraction, that life has patterns, connections, timing, and meaning. Positive thoughts attract positive outcomes. Hope creates space for healing. Faith shifts your vision so you can finally see the signs that have been there all along.
The Bible says, “As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he,” Proverbs 23:7. That verse has taken on an entirely new meaning for me. What you hold in your heart becomes the path beneath your feet. And if you have ever seen the movie The Pursuit of Happyness, you know the feeling, the pain, the hope, the crawling forward when everything tells you to give up. That movie is not about happiness; it is about refusing to stop believing that your life still has purpose.
Sharing My Story, One Soul at a Time
This week, I spoke with someone whose grandmother had just been diagnosed with cancer. They were confused and scared, just as I once was. I made sure they understood the importance of working closely with medical professionals and receiving the right care.
I also shared what has helped me. Ways to reduce inflammation. Approaches that fortify the body. Paying attention to what we put in our bodies and what surrounds us in our environment. Planning for the enormous financial burden and exploring GoFundMe options to survive. And most importantly, reconnecting with God, and listening to the universe.
I love listening to people, hearing their stories, and offering comfort. What worked for me may not work for everyone, but maybe it will help someone desperate for hope.
A Sign From the Universe
Yesterday I shared an update on Nextdoor titled “Why Am I Here?” I honestly thought only a handful of people might read it. I expected a few likes and maybe a short comment or two. Instead, something entirely different happened.
More than 80 people reacted not just with emojis, but with long, heartfelt comments, private messages, and genuine encouragement. People I had never met told me that my words moved them, that my honesty made them feel seen, and that my story helped them feel less alone. Some told me they prayed for me. Others cried while reading it. Strangers became brief but meaningful connections.
What surprised me most was how many shared the same message. You should write a book. Your journey could help someone else. People need to hear what you have lived through. When dozens of people tell you the same thing at the same time, that is not a coincidence. That is alignment. That is timing. That is the universe placing a gentle hand on your shoulder and saying Pay attention.
It reminded me how many people cancer touches. Nearly one in ten adults in the United States, or about 9.7 percent of Americans, have received a cancer diagnosis in their lifetime. That means almost every person knows someone who has battled this disease. A family member, a friend, a coworker, a neighbor, someone who needed hope just like I did.
So, when 80 people responded so strongly, I realized something. My story is not just my story. It is shared by millions of fighters, survivors, caregivers, and families holding on to hope every single day.
Sometimes the universe whispers. Sometimes it nudges. But sometimes, like yesterday, it pushes you so clearly that you cannot ignore it.
So, I listened. I created a full outline, and I have already written 22 pages. This book is emotional and honest. It is the darkness and the breakthroughs. The fear and the love. The setbacks and the miracles. The decision to not only stay alive, but to live with intention, purpose, and hope.
Writing it is healing. It reminds me that I am here for a reason, and that everything I have lived through may help guide someone else who is walking into their own storm.
Thriving, Not Just Surviving
Thriving means choosing purpose, choosing connection, choosing gratitude, even in the middle of the fight. One of my deepest goals is to reconnect with people I care about, near and far. Illness has a way of clearing the fog and showing you who matters and who you miss. I want to rebuild long-lost connections that still tug at my heart. I want to form new ones with people who enter my life now, in this unexpected chapter.
I want to visit old friends. I want to look someone in the eyes after twenty years and say, I am still here, and thank you for being in my life. I want to heal through human connection. I want to live the next chapter of my life with intention, purpose, and heart.
For now, you can read my updates at WaynesCancerJourney.com. Join me there. A comment or a question would truly make my day. Every message reminds me that I am not walking this path alone.
Have You Ever Felt the Universe Nudge You
Before I close this update, I want to ask something personal. Have you ever felt that the universe, God, fate, or whatever name you give it, nudged you in a direction you did not expect? Not a dramatic sign, but a quiet pull. A conversation that arrived at the perfect moment. A chance meeting that changed something inside you. A sudden realization in the middle of an ordinary day. A coincidence that felt too meaningful to be random.
If you have felt that, even once, you know exactly what I mean. Those moments redirect us, comfort us, protect us, or lead us to someone we were meant to meet.
If you have a story like that, big or small, I would be honored to read it. Share it with me on my blog. Stories like yours bring comfort to others, and they remind us that none of us walk this path alone.
With love, faith, and gratitude,
Wayne