Last week I was once again diagnosed with breast cancer, which was not great news to hear. Yet still there is much to be grateful for:
1. 11 years of remission which made me ultra aware and grateful for every single healthy day I’ve had.
2. Early detection has hopefully caught it the early stages. The next two weeks are a blur of medical appointments and tests to determine exactly what I’m dealing with and formulating a plan.
3. Having a job that not only covers all my medical expenses, but also allows me the freedom to go to all these appointments with very little hassle.
4. Because I’ve had so many breast issues, I already have a wonderful medical team in place. I have full confidence in them and know that I’ll get the most compassionate and best medical care available.
5. Martha, who was my rock last time I went through this. There is so much comfort in knowing I do not have to do any of this alone.
I often give rides to women for their chemo or radiation treatments and I know how difficult it is for some - lousy insurance, jobs with little flexibility, few family or friends to help with the daily transportation needs. Cancer is never a welcome diagnosis, but I do appreciate the amount of support I have to get through it. I can't imagine having all that additional stress.
Also, during the past few weeks I have purposefully been avoiding the internet as I have been experiencing a wave of PTSD symptoms and the internet is just riddled with triggers for me - every day another story of corrective rape, gay teen suicide, another gay person bashed, etc. I needed to escape it for awhile. However, I have also been ignoring the advise I give most other sufferers when they are down - keep talking/writing about it. It’s very therapeutic. And so I will try. I will also try to catch up on favorite blogs and email. Soon. I hope. Very soon.
And please go check out this wonderful website - www.Wish11Eleven.com - a community art project where wishes will be posted much like PostSecret. Go on, you know you have some wonderful things to wish for . . .