Until we have brushed up against mortality, life seems boundless. Cancer sometimes cures this strange nearsightedness, this dance of hesitations. By exposing life's brevity, a diagnosis of cancer can restore life's true flavour. 

A few weeks after my diagnosis, I had the odd feeling a veil had been lifted that until then had dimmed my sight. One Sunday afternoon, in the small, sunny room of your apartment, I was lounging opposite to you. Focused and peaceful, you were lying on the couch bathing in the afternoon sun. For the first time, I saw you as you  were, without wondering whether I should prefer someone else. I simply saw the lock of hair that slipped gracefully forward when you leaned your head, the delicacy of your fingers gently grasping the pages of the paper. I was surprised that I had never noticed how touching the slightest contractions of your jaw could be when you had trouble organising your week ahead. I suddenly saw you as yourself, apart from any questions and doubt. Your presence became incredibly moving. Simply being allowed to witness that moment came to me as an immense privilege.