P.S. It’s not the way I write, It’s the way I think….
September 12th, 2006Dr. Wilner says, “The day you put the tampax away is the day to do the breast exam.�
Dr. Wilner is the doctor who is responsible for teaching me how to do breast exams pre diagnosis.
Today it’s almost a year since I finished chemo and almost a year and a half since my diagnosis and thankfully no sign of cancer! These are dates that are important to me now. But I don’t mind. I don’t think I have really minded any of this. I can’t be completely certain though – I don’t remember all the details of how I have felt and I have yet to read this blog. Michelle said she is going to copy and paste the blog for me so I can read it one day.
5 days after I finished I walked a 5 mile walk in San Francisco. A few weeks later I had a re-excision/breast reduction and thankfully my PATH report was clear. Since then I have traveled to France, completed radiation (while working full time and working out everyday) and then traveled to India, back to France, and Bald Head Island, NC. I must say my energy level is better than before the diagnosis and I feel great. My hair is below my eyes and ears and sometimes it looks cute. Other times it doesn’t but I can’t complain, it’s nice to have it back even though I have never had short hair before. I think it’s important and healthy to complain about unimportant things. Especially after one has spent so much time thinking and dealing with important things.
This week I have an MRI and while I am hopeful that everything is fine I am always anxious as I await any type of results. I guess this is normal.
Today my friend Sarah (we went to high school together and are the same age) is having a mastectomy. I have been sending her as much positive energy as possible and I know she will be ok. I hung out with Sarah a while ago and we went to Borders and I bought her Geralyn’s book.
I try hard to think about everything I went through and am going through. I often wonder why it is that I feel so ok. But the truth is I am not depressed and while I wouldn’t choose to go through it again, it hasn’t been the worst experience by any means. Maybe I just got lucky with the support of my parents, husband, family and friends. In any case, in my experience, life doesn’t end with a diagnosis.
I remember when I first read Geralyn’s book, I remember she spoke about how she felt guilty. She didn’t know why she had survived and others hadn’t. I remember a sense of fear came over me when I read that. I also remember telling Geralyn that in other words when we spoke on the phone. Since I was diagnosed, I know of four people who have been diagnosed with Cancer and died. I now feel the guilt of survival, fear that it will not last and happiness that I am here now that Geralyn was referring too. Every once and while I think about it and then it goes away and I realize that life is good and I might as well enjoy it now.
I always go back to the time when I realized - sometimes you want to know something so badly and then once you find it out - you wish you had five more minutes of not knowing. For me, this gives me peace of mind.
I have really enjoyed keeping this blog and I hope one day that someone else will do the same so I can learn about their experiences. And with that I conclude this blog….
Thank you Geralyn! xoxo


