August 3, 2016 is the day cancer left my body thanks to some very able surgeon hands. It feels like it was yesterday and it feels like it never happened all at the same time. The last five years have been full of many things. Many good, some very hard. Thank you to all of you who have journeyed with me through it all; from surgeries to anxiety/depression, Tamoxifen side effects (4 more months then you go in the trash ya little B!), and recalled implants. To anyone who has cared to ask about my journey or listened to me vent about how my foobs hurt that day, or my back hurts because of the foobs. No matter how big or small, so many of you have had a role in getting me through. Being a cancer survivor is not something I claim as an accomplishment - it’s something I was gifted. WIth extreme undeserved grace. And it’s so humbling, and I am so very grateful.
Today I have celebrated by moving my able body at the gym, taken my able body to the grocery store to purchase nourishing foods, and I will go to a nice dinner with Chad - who truly is the real MVP of this whole cancer journey.
This past Saturday some of my nearest and dearest gathered with me to celebrate big thanks to the orchestration of Chad, Susan Austin, Melanie Graves, and Lauren Thomas. It was such a special celebration with friends and family joining from all over the state and country. This post comes at ya while taking a break from reading through FIFTY SEVEN letters Chad compiled from people from all seasons of my life. Thank you if you were able to contribute. I am not even 1/3 of the way through because…the tears. I couldn’t see anymore so I had to take a break. Needless to say, I am feeling the love.
