One year ago today, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. Four months later I was declared cancer free. In between I had good days and bad days, scary days, quiet days, fun days, and anxious days. Mostly, it was about waiting: waiting for test results, waiting for the next appointment, waiting for surgery, waiting for healing, waiting to see if the treatments worked.
Sometimes I feel like I got away with something; like my fight was not hard enough. I am well aware that some of the women I went through treatment with have not yet gotten the "all clear". Some are still fighting. Some have lost the fight. I know I am one of the lucky ones.
The hardest part of the whole thing was telling my mom. She's a tough lady but nobody should have to hear their daughter announce her breast cancer. I hope, someday soon, someone will find a way to prevent this damn disease. In the meantime, those of us who survive it have a responsibility to appreciate and enjoy this gift we have been given.