Now that it has been five years since my diagnosis and treatment, I don’t know how I am supposed to feel. I mean I am glad to be alive no doubt about it, but it always there and lurking. Each time I have an infection (sore throat or a back case of flu) I wonder if it is back.
We are constantly reminded of cancer ... because it is so prevalent ... it’s everywhere. I long for one day that it doesn’t cross my mind. I long for one day I don’t hear about another case, another friend, or another loss. For one last look at the breast before it was destroyed by surgery and scars. Had I known, I would have been nicer to them, bought more comfortable bras, and enjoyed showing a little cleavage.
Now I am reminded that each day is a gift and a crap shoot.
Throw the dice or unwrap the present ... either way.
