My mastectomies were in October of 2012. That means that I am now two years out from my mastectomy surgery come this Saturday, and the big news of invasive cancer. I often sit back and reflect about my last two years. To be honest, I don’t think I would change a thing.
It feels odd to say, but my diagnosis has actually brought many opportunities into my life. It has cultivated friendships that were just acquaintances. It has strengthened my marriage. It has provided me with the opportunity to speak in front of hundreds of people (even with my fear of public speaking). It has brought me to writing this very blog. But most importantly, it helped save the life of one of my best friends, my sister.
Even though I am now two years out, I still have some fears. Like many who survived cancer, you worry about your future, about the cancer returning (or even a new cancer popping up), about not being here for your children or grandchildren. It’s hard to get past those feelings, especially when you see your oncologist more often than your primary care physician, or even your dentist. However, most of the time I live with those fears locked up in a small box tucked in the back of my mind. I need to remember to keep it locked up and not bring it out as often as I do.
There are still things I need to learn. I need to learn to eat healthier, to reduce my stress level, and to exercise more. Even more so, I need to learn to live. I need to live in the moment and not be concerned about how ridiculous I look dancing down the sidewalk or not to be afraid of killing others ear drums with my singing. Living in the moment is what I really need to work on. But for now, I’m two years out and I celebrate that success.
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