The magical day is approaching! Yes, we are now just two days away from being a full year out from when I first heard those dreaded words "You have cancer". I know I should be brimming with thoughtful insights about how my life has been changed, but right now, I'm just not feeling the need to pontificate over all that. Things are good, actually great, and I'm thrilled.
I've stayed away from the term "survivor" because it always seemed a bit corny. I'm having a hard time avoiding it now because technically, you become a survivor the day after your initial diagnosis. So, I'm just days from being a one year breast cancer survivor. Oh, that sounds so weird to be talking about myself in these terms. I do know that every year I hit as a survivor means I'm less likely to experience a recurrence. As corny as it may be, I'm happy to start racking up those survivor years if it means I'm lessening my chances of having cancer again.
Tonight on the NBC Nightly News, Brian Williams was doing story after story reliving the BP oil spill one year ago. That event hit at the same time as my diagnosis, so the details of it are pretty foggy to me. I remember one night, about a year ago, I was recovering from my bilateral mastectomies and caught a bit of the news. I remember asking Nick, "What's this BP story? When did all this happen?" I was so lost in my internal world, that I had no idea what was happening outside my own bubble.
I actually feel like I lost a good 6 months of my life during treatment. Life went on around me, but I saw little of it. I'm more than happy to give up that time if it means I get another 20, 30 or 40 more years on this earth with my family. That's a no brainer.
So, I'm sure I'll have more to say about this milestone, but for now, I think I'll keep the fanfare to a minimum. I'm more than happy not to be the center of attention, for once.