So it was a year ago that I had my surgery. It was long day of not eating and waiting until 4:30 before I was called back for the lumpectomy. I sat there in the waiting room with my parents and Kevin in my hospital clothes all day. Waiting. Watching other patients come and go and wondering what their stories were. I think I did a book of crosswords and every clue was about food - I was starving.
Of course that day was nerve racking but mostly it felt like to would be the end of the bad part. The beginning of time without cancer in my body. And when I woke after the surgery, Dr. Heerdt told me that there was no cancer left. All the tissue was clean.
Clean. Cancer free. And I relive that day and that exchange with the surgeon in my mind from time to time to remind myself. But those times are less frequent as I feel more secure. Still a little bit cautious but more certain that I'm onto another chapter.
Today is supposed to be a beautiful summer day and Kama and I are planning to take the kids up to the lake house and visit my Grandmother. One last carefree sumer day with the Cawleys (they start school next week). One thing that I got out of last year was a few more days, a few more reasons to celebrate something. This is one of those days.
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