My reunion with ‘The Big C’, and why it was the best gift ever

In September I found out that I had cancer – again. I had the big C for the first time when I was 27, almost ten years ago. Back then I had just started my real grown up life the year before, with my big official architecture job at a big well-know firm. Then – during birthday month no less – I get the worst surprise ever. The big C. Melanoma. Back then things like meditation or thinking about the energy of something or even having a connection to my intuition weren’t anywhere in my realm of living. I only took one…