...they said, the day I was diagnosed with breast cancer. And you will be one as you fight... and every day for the rest of your life.
It's been over a year since that day. Sometime in late September. I'm sure I have it written down in my cancer notebook (yep - I have a cancer notebook) but I don't remember the exact date. Which is weird since 1) it's a pivotal day and 2) I usually remember significant dates. Maybe I just don't wanna remember that one.
Since then, I have had a lumpectomy, radiation, a full hysterectomy, hair loss (not from cancer, but changing jobs and having cancer at the same time - my body was "stressed". I wasn't so what was up with that?) menopause symptoms (hot flashes that feel like someone is pouring hot oil all over my body) and more generosity than I know what to do with.
A couple of months later, at Thanksgiving, Andy was diagnosed with a sarcoma in his thigh. He also had surgery and radiation - but has had it WAY worse than me. This week he had surgery to put in a rod next to his femur to stabilize his leg and fix his knee (that won't bend all the way). SO painful.
I believe in God. I believe God.
But I do NOT understand cancer. I sometimes want to see a glimpse of the whole picture so I can...then I think better of it. I know I live in a fallen world (I don't understand natural disaster or babies dying, either, but, selfishly, those impact me less).
Gah. So frustrating.
BUT
Today, I'm healthy, no evidence of cancer and grateful.
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