Where we are determines so much of what we see. I am seeing the world from a slightly different perspective these days. Several weeks ago I got a call from my doctor. The mole they removed was, in fact, melanoma. Size. Clark level. That was Greek to me. I only heard that I had cancer. For a couple hours, not fully understanding the extent of the diagnosis, I explored the frightening range of possibilities. It’s an unusual feeling to google a condition that you have and add “, survival rate”. By God‘ grace, we caught it early. Mine was a shallow melanoma. Several hours in surgery and it appears as though all this is in my rear view mirror – at least for the time being. But I want to hold onto those few hours of uncertainty. I want to live from there – to love from there. And I want to hold onto that perspective for as long as I possibly can.