Confronting mortality through a cancer diagnosis changed my attitude and behaviors.
For one thing, I am more blunt and honest now.
I have always prided myself on being polite and getting along with almost everyone.
But you know something?
I may not be alive in a year. I don’t have to kowtow to bullies. I don’t have to overlook wrongdoings just to get along with the good ole boy network.
My change has been difficult, stressful, liberating and refreshing.
Fortunately, my patient husband has been willing to put up with blunt comments from his sick wife. When I am past this cancer challenge, I will work on being more genteel to him.
Actually, the boss is more outspoken and brave than I am. He may like the new, blunter me. He’s been very complimentary about my horseshoe scar and bald head.
The boss has pushed for more than a year to sever a business relationship with a bully. Why spend $30,000 a year with someone whose goal seems to be putting us out of business and damaging our reputation?
But I hate the stress and extra work that change brings.
I came to John’s way of thinking the week of my initial cancer diagnosis and first biopsy. I juggled medical arrangements against requests to comment on alleged failings in our professional ethics and behavior. Life is too short for that. Staying alive is more important than responding to attacks from bullies.
Despite the chaos in our personal lives, we began looking for a new supplier so that we weren’t vulnerable to sabotage or pressure. It took a couple of months to implement, but it has been amazingly liberating.
I even feel better writing checks each week. Spending money with a company that treats us with respect is fun, unlike spending money with a big business that seems to be out to sink us.
Once that change was made, I was free to speak the truth openly and with courage.
I stirred up a hornet’s nest last week. That’s a consequence of speaking the truth and raising concerns. I suggested that a vendor might be misbilling the county and wasting taxpayer dollars.
I’m glad I did it.
You may see other sources reporting about what unethical, money-grubbing louses John and I.
There certainly is a new, blunter Faith Wylie.
You’ve know us for 30 years. You’ll have to decide how horrible we are.
We’re at peace.