My new job is cancer
Today was my second-to-last day at work. I am leaving so I can start my new job: cancer. For an hour after work I let myself grieve for my loss.
When I accepted this new job back in July it was a dream come true. I was finally going to work as an in-house graphic designer for a company that truly values and appreciates design. (Not that my last job didn't, but design wasn't its main function and I had no room to grow.) After healing from my first craniotomy I was glad to get the opportunity to finally start my new job.
After work I put on my pajamas, washed my face, and layered my pillow with tissues. Then I cried. At times my crying was audible, and tears flowed to a point where I could no longer breathe through my nose. After a while I slowed my breathing to calm down. Occasionally I'd move into a sob, but it would go away.
It was near the end of this grieving when I realized I wasn't jobless, I just have a new job—one that will change my life forever, leaving me stronger for it.
