Thirteen years ago I was diagnosed as having incurable cancer. And thirteen years ago doing drove me.

What do you do? Isn't that what people ask? I might have answered, I work at a large important company. I do many things in order to gain the big, successful image I have created for myself. And, the more I am driven to do, in order to do better than others. Possess more. Earn more. Have more power. Do more, to fight the fear that I might be worthless under all the doing.

But little did I know that I was also doing cancer right up to the time, when I was diagnosed as having achieved the level of stage four cancer. My cancer was doing highly successful work. Starting out its career in my lungs, it worked its way through my body all the way down to my sacrum. It possessed me. A least I thought it did.

Thirteen years ago, it was too late for surgery or chemotherapy, but the pain was agonizing. Unable to stand or sit, I couldn't even lie down. There was absolutely no comfortable position I could find to ease the pain. Only radiation therapy could help to reduce the pain to the level of just tolerable, just bearable.

That was my mighty wake-up call. That was when I changed from doing to being. Being was my surrender from doing. I learned the secret of not thinking, of not doing. No longer wanting or craving anything, I was free to learn the secret of how to simply be.