I think about it every single day.

It doesn’t always affect me the same way, but surely when something — anything — encroaches on your life and changes every fiber of your being, it is bound to become a part of you forever.

Jan. 21, 2014, marked this turning point in my life, as I was given the diagnosis of breast cancer.

Many thoughts swirled around in my head in that moment, but after the doctor exited the room, only one seemed to matter.

“We need to pray,” I said to my husband, Ron.

That would become my greatest weapon in the fight that ensued.

And he was my greatest champion.

Ron never wavered in his support or blinked through all the changes to my body and appearance as I underwent treatments. Early on, his faith really shone through as he told me, “God better get ready, because he’s going to be inundated with lots of people’s prayers for you!”

I felt those prayers, and I was blessed to have not only wonderful health care professionals but caring people, many in this community who, as one popular song lyric goes, “loved me through it.”

At the outset, I wrestled with the notion that I didn’t want to become known as “cancer girl” or be defined by this pesky interruption.

I no longer feel that way.

Instead, I am most thankful for the experience, which taught me a lot — about living, about surviving and about never taking any of it for granted.

I have been so blessed to know many brave warriors of many different kinds of cancers and other diagnoses. I often paled by comparison to their strength, courage and contributions to this world.

So when some were taken all too soon, I became humbled and even more challenged to do my very best not to complain about the small stuff and to value “just five more minutes” or the privilege and gift of living one more day.

Today I find myself not only grateful but proud to be a cancer survivor.

The lessons I have learned about the fragility of life, and the importance of giving what we have — heck, ALL we have — to be an encourager to anyone in our path who could benefit from what we have to share.

As for my aforementioned stance on not letting this define me, that is no longer true.

Just as the dictionary is overflowing with words containing several definitions, so do we all.

Wonderful experiences, challenging and even tragic ones, each and every thing we go through can be added to that list that describe us.

In the grand scheme of things, we oftentimes find ourselves at a crossroads, with the choice between being bitter or better.

Unsolicited advice: Always choose better!

Phyllis Moore is a speaker, retired reporter from the News Argus and author of two books, including “Feathers on My Path,” which chronicled her journey through breast cancer and available at Christian Soldier in Goldsboro.