Three years cancer free.
My anniversary was this past week. I let out an audible sigh when the hour passed in which my operation had taken place. I remember every detail of that day. I couldn’t recognize the moment with much more than a sigh as I was traveling for business at the time. My arm wrapped up in bandages keeping lymphedema at bay as I flew across the country. My head wrapped up in meetings planned for the week. I took a pause in my day to remember that time in my life and to be thankful for my luck as that had a lot to do with where I am today. Three years later my life is very much back to normal.
I can’t believe it’s been three years. I thank my sisters and my friends who helped me get through it all. Physically and mentally there were some very dark days. My mother’s death amidst my own dance with cancer and all of the operations I endured because of it. In the end, I prefer the figure I have now and very much like the scars that I wear. They are a constant reminder of how strong I am and my new breasts are a work of art as far as I am concerned. Cancer didn’t make me nicer, more compassionate or show me how to love more. I was already nice, compassionate and capable of love. It did make me less patient with people who get caught up in petty arguments and daily dramas of their own making. I will never understand that behavior. Yes, I am more aware now of each new day and how much I enjoy breathing in them. I even like the dark, dismal rainy ones.
As of this week, I am working on my fourth year without cancer!