Yesterday was the one year anniversary of my breast cancer diagnosis. It has been an interesting year to say the least. I thank God, my husband, my family and my friends (internet included) for being there when I needed them. I thank God for answering my prayer of giving me the strength to make it through that dark time. A college instructor once said that if you live long enough, you"ll get some kind of cancer. I do believe that but thought if I were ever diagnosed with cancer that it wouldn't be a total surprise. After all, both my mom and here sisters were breast cancer survivors. I wasn't prepared at all. I know exactly were I was and what I was doing when I was told. I remember exactly when I told my mother. I held off as long as I could as I knew she would not take it well.
Once the surgery was scheduled and commenced and the treatment after, I thought I would be back to my old self. Wrong. I feel as though cancer and the subsequent treatment has aged me 15 years. Some part of me aches all the time and wouldn't you know that while both my mom and my aunt had mastectomies and I only had a lumpectomy, I would be the one that would wind up with lymphedema. For the rest of my life I will probably have to wear this darned compression sleeve and glove. Does it sound like I'm complaining? I'm not. I am thankful I'm still here and hope I am here this same time next year to celebrate another year of being here!