I reflect on the two cancers I had in my thirties as a tremendous gift. A gift for then and a gift for now because what I learned in the midst of cancer is still applicable to the coronavirus that faces us. I didn’t think too much about my cancer. At the time of my diagnosis and treatments, my six children were all under the age of 10. They needed my attention. And quite frankly that was a gift too that kept me from being absorbed looking at medical articles on the internet for survival rates based on my stage of disease. Yes, the first days of not knowing what…