Today is the fourth anniversary of my surgery, the day I began many long months of recovery and treatment and recovery from treatment. Coincidentally, it’s also National Cancer Survivors Day. I’ve been a bit stubborn about adopting the “survivor” label, but I think it’s time. I don’t have cancer any more.
It’s a process. Cancer is a process. Treatment is a process. Healing is a process. Surviving is a process. The process has been hard on me these past few months, harder than I thought it would be by now. I needed to remember that it’s different for everyone, that we’re all on our own timeline. I needed to stop and rest, stop plowing ahead.
It took a while for me to realize that for me, healing and surviving isn’t simple. It’s hard work. Careful management of my lymphedema, the leftover effects from chemotherapy, a seismic shift at my job, and losing my mother — my plate is full. I’ve been working on it. It’s a good process.
So, today is the fourth anniversary of my surgery… I’m looking back, but I’m right here. I’m trying to be right here.
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