Love Is The Strongest Medicine: Notes from a Cancer Doctor on Connection, Creativity, and Compassion

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My Ego Died

My Ego Died

I had no idea.

But I knew.

Knew I'd be judged.

What was in store for me.

My butt was kicked.

My heart was broken.

A part of me died.

Like it was supposed to.

I picked myself up.

Dusted myself off.

Because what happened was supposed to happen.

Because it did.

It made room for something else to show up.

I found solace in what died that day.

The day my ego died.