So I reflect. To look at where I was and where I am. As a reminder of why every day I wake up healthy and happy is a day to give thanks. And to keep a little fear in me so I do everything in my power to prevent reoccurrence.
Cancer lows and cancer highs through a little chatting and a lot of selfies.
High: Weekend in Massachusettes + a comical symptom. Lymphedema/baby hand brings joy to all who see it and Anna is a stud at her first NESCACs.
Low: Radiation/spending every day at the hospital drains spirit and body, once again struggling to find the desire to live.
Low: Test results concern my doctor and heart/mind decide they want to start processing the past year while I'm trying to Hakuna Matata around paradise.
Low: Leaving everyone who took care of me and constantly provided love to process and start over on my own.
Low: A month of gauze and nipple guards. Leg incision reopens. My body once again is more science experiment than human.
High: Active treatment ends and it's all preventative treatment from here out!!!
High: Final bandages are removed and I can claim MY new and HEALED body. I want to be more modest again and private with it, treating my body as the sacred masterpiece that it is. I'm proud of what it carried me through and am enjoying the chance to get to know it and celebrate it.
"...and the scars that mark my body, they're silver and gold."