Month 2

Cure isn't a word the oncologists use for breast cancer. They use, instead, survival rates -- how many live for how many years after they've had cancer. So instead of saying, "I'm cured", you call yourself a survivor, and then you learn that surviving isn't very different from what you were doing before.

I love this quote from a breast cancer book I just read called "The Victoria's Secret Catalog never stops coming". (It doesn't, by the way. Semi-annual Sale, anyone?!)

Surviving just means life is going on normally and I still feel so blessed each & every day. It's ironic that it takes cancer to make you realize that you were taking your days for granted before being diagnosed.  Eventually those days add up to months, and then years.

This month I acquired a fun, new wig! (Thank you Christy!!) It is hot as you-know-what outside already and wigs are so hot to wear. As much as a love my long haired wigs they just aren't practical for summertime. As soon as my hair isn't so patchy and doesn't scream "cancer patient!" I'll ditch the wigs altogether!

attending a wedding with the hubby

berry picking with my baby girl 

Today I had my 2-months-post-chemo checkup. You know you've become a slave to these appointments when your oncologist walks in and says "See you in another 6 weeks!". No mention of the bloodwork I just had drawn, nothing! We've got this routine down-pat. It's just another answered prayer to have quick & easy appointments. Just how I like them!

Tomorrow morning I will have my 3rd (and FINAL!) surgery. I'm anxious for a lot of reasons: the lingering unknowns of surgery in general, the outcome, the readiness to have this all behind me. But I'm confident it will all go well and can't wait to update that all of my procedures are finally over with!! 

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.

Philippians 4:6