One year ago at Thanksgiving I found a small lump in my breast. On my 32nd birthday, November 30th, I had a biopsy that led just a week or two later to a breast cancer diagnosis. Then came the double mastectomy, the infection, the multiple surgeries and recoveries, the hours spent driving one hour each way 1-2 times per week for appointments, the hours spent on the phone scheduling and handling insurance issues. And the fear, the pain, the scars, and intensity of it all.
One year later, on my 33rd birthday, November 30th, I celebrated the beginning of a new year of my life. I am 6 weeks out from my last surgery now, which means my weight restrictions are lifted and I am free to move (and lift heavy weights like I love to do) as I wish. I have one very simple nipple reconstruction ahead, and that is that. Cancer is done, surgery is done, recovering is done, and moving forward has started.
For me, birthdays have generally been about me wishing someone would make me feel loved and special… but now my birthday is about me celebrating that I AM loved, special, healthy, and alive.
Thank you to all of you for your prayers, thoughts, words of encouragement, visits, and love.