This time a year ago I thought my worst health problem was cataracts or diabetes. I remember thinking how much that sucked and why did it have to happen to me?
Well, things can always get worse...
In February of 2015 I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I can't begin to explain how it changed everything. Through the chemo, the surgeries, the countless doctor visits, and of course the horrible strain on our finances, I'm actually amazed I made it out with my sanity still some what in tact. Of course I have to repeat that I had great family, friends and doctors behind me and supporting me through it all.
In 2016, I see this journey/battle/pain in my ass coming to an end. I'll finish my infusions at the end of March, Dr. A. is working on pumping my boobs back to size and I'll have my final implant surgery sometime in the summer. Is it considered to be over then? Will I be able to day I'm done? At what point does it just become a memory of your past and not something you have to think about every single day?
In 2015 I avoided cameras like crazy. I didn't want the world to see me like that - like it was something I had to hide behind. Even though I made a resolution to take more photos of myself in 2015, I failed. So in 2016, I hope I can fix that. I'm going to try and take more pictures of myself, no matter if I think they make me look weak, sick, or just downright weird. I'm also hoping to include photos of those around me and part of my journey, like Dr. S., Dr. A. and even Dr. L if I can get her to stand still for a few minutes. lol I'm getting more excited about returning to my former self, so I hope to make them into happy memories and photograph them all. Maybe I'll write a book one day and include these photos in some timeline photos!
So here's to a new year - one that hopes to prove cancer free, with new smiles, new hopes, new hair, and fancy new boobs!
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| Party it up with the sparkling grape juice |
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