The second year has been better than the first, but not without its struggles. The good news is that I continue to see the breast surgeon every six months and everything is A-OK. I still have some moments of worry -- how can I not -- but I don't take for granted how fortunate I have been in my cancer journey.
I still have some pain around the abdominal scar and I know when I've overdone it. This is annoying, but I have no regrets with the surgical choices I made, and I'm hopeful that this will get better.
I still get hit with bouts of depression. I went to therapy for a while and I'm not afraid to go back if I need to, but for now, when I feel low I know that I just need some time to myself. And that's OK.
We put my mom's house on the market in October. It's still for sale. This is pretty frustrating, not to mention costly, but we'll get through it.
I'm no longer afraid to fall asleep. If I stay up too late it's just because I'm wrapped up in a book or watching Netflix.
Our family suffered a blow when Aaron's mother was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and died a mere 10 weeks later. It's still weird to think about how fast it all happened.
I remain overwhelmed and grateful for the love and support of my friends and family, including online friends I've never met.
This is by no means an inclusive list of the ups and downs of the past year, but overall life is good and I'm happy to be able to enjoy it. I'm still going to bitch about benign shit because, well, I'm still me.
Meanwhile, I try to remember this:
|One thing I've never had is a kidney stone, but I'm certain I don't want one.|
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You deserve a two year do over. Love you.ReplyDelete
Goddess speed. So sorry to hear about Aaron's mom!! Continued healing lights and love and Angels.ReplyDelete
Love. Steph's. Momma.