Done with treatment, that is. Some 7 months ago, I was diagnosed with Stage 2-A breast cancer, and 5 biopsies, 2 surgeries, 4 chemo treatments and 30 radiation treatments later, I’m done! When I woke up this morning to get ready to leave for my last radiation session, I had the most wonderful of surprises waiting for me. First, this on my door:
And then this in my kitchen:
In all, 7 mylar balloons celebrating the end of my treatment, and with the following messages:
You did it
Our friend, Jason, and my older son, Max, conspired after I went to bed last night — can you imagine anything better to wake up to? Then when I was actually done with the radiation session, one of the technicians threw confetti up in the air (I still had some in my hair when I went to change back into my clothes):
I know I have months — years — more of check-ups, scans, blood draws and rehab, but today I am thankful for one huge ending and another, huger beginning. I am alive, cancer-free, and working my way forward to a stronger, healthier body/mind/spirit. I wish I’d never gotten breast cancer, but I am so thankful for what I’ve gained because of it — a certain knowledge that no matter what happens to me going forward, I can get through it, and I won’t ever have to do it alone. Thanks to everyone who has been a part of my tribe–and if you are going through this experience right now, I hope this blog can become a part of your tribe.