Breast Cancer..... a dreaded diagnosis. But this blog is not to celebrate the monster but to celebrate the bits of life that I get to live.
This morning, the sun is shining. I am 42. I have one inch of hair growing back after intensive chemotherapy. I only have five treatments left and hormone therapy. Second time through. I am sitting in front of my computer, looking over a beautiful little swampy lake full of ducks and herons. The mountain to my left is full of lights and wires for the ski lifts. Couples walk by holding hands, women with gray/blond hair jog by with the dogs in tow. There is a dock for my ipod, I have internet and jango is choosing a wonderful blend of music for me, including Foliage Inspired. My coffee is hot and fresh. French Roast Starbucks, freshly ground. I'll eat my hard boiled eggs after posting.
I'm lucky. I have lost so much. I am lonely so often. I am tired. But I am alive. I have people that love me emailing me and calling me. I talk to my children every evening between six and seven o'clock. I'm in love with a wonderful man, though he lives far away we talk often. I escaped the other twenty years of abuse. I am healing.
It's a good day to be alive.
