Today marks six years since I had my breast cancer surgery while I was 29 weeks pregnant with Kiera. My journey has shaped who I am, but I’ll be honest—I’m tired of it. I am deeply grateful to be a survivor; many men and women don’t get the same outcome. I started this blog hoping to encourage others facing the same fight, to show that a positive outcome is possible. But honestly… sometimes I just want a break from thinking about cancer.
Last week at work, I had a long conversation with a customer who had the exact same diagnosis I did. I really enjoyed that connection—it’s comforting to know you’re not alone.
I also talked with friends on Facebook about my lingering urge to read my oncology reports—ones I’ve never been able to get through. The last time I tried, I got three paragraphs in and read, “extremely high chance of disease recurrence,” and I cried for days. I wondered if I should finally read them all—maybe the doctor had changed his mind.
That’s when my friends reminded me what matters:
“Maybe GOD changed his mind! You’re here, you’re healthy! Why dwell on what someone said six years ago?”
“Will reading this enrich your life? Is it really worth it?”
“Make yourself a cake and celebrate!”
“Live life to the fullest!”
Don’t I have marvelous friends? I do. I know I do. No looking back—just moving forward and enjoying life to the fullest. After all, I’ve heard that 90% of what we worry about never even happens!
PS… I love you ladies!
