Just a quick post today to acknowledge the three-year anniversary of my breast cancer diagnosis.
I was terrified that day three years ago. I numbly went through an MRI and PET scan that week (or the next. It all ran together). And then port surgery and right into chemo for eight weeks. And a lumpectomy and lymph node removal with good margins and no cancer in my lymph nodes. Then another type of chemo for eight weeks. And finally radiation for about six weeks.
I survived it all.
I’m still here three years later!
I had so much support, from so many people. But still I felt alone sometimes. I think it’s always like that when you go through something life-changing. Parts of it can’t be shared.
I learned more from cancer and the time afterward than in my entire life, probably the rest of it put together.
And I’m still learning.
Each day is a gift. Sometimes I forget.
But mostly I remember.