This day last year was hard.
This day last year I was told I had the ugly "C" word.
I didn't know what kind of cancer. I didn't know what stage it was in or how bad it was. I didn't know how I was going to tell my kids, my family, my friends. I didn't know a lot of things in this moment.
What I did know was life as I knew it was about to change...forever.
As I reflect on this past year, I'm grateful for so much. Things could have been much worse. Don't get me wrong, I went through hell and back, but through it all I'm still here. I'm still fighting the fight.
After three open abdomen surgeries, two of them being emergencies. First one due to a total blockage of my colon, which put me in ICU for a bit and the second one due to sepsis following my cancer debulking and hysterectomy surgery. Even after six rounds of chemotherapy. Poisoning my body. I'm still here.
I believe life has bigger plans for me. Maybe it's just my presence to be in others lives. I don't know. There is a purpose, though.
This day could mean something different to you, to everyone. Maybe it's a day of celebration or maybe it's a day of sorrow. Or maybe it means absolutely nothing to you.
Last year this day was a day of sorrow for me. This year I choose to make it a day of celebration. I am 6 months cancer free. My CA-125 bloodwork is sitting at 13.8. I'm starting to get back into a low impact workout routine. I freakin did Pilates yesterday *hand clap*
I know this will be a lifelong journey for me. For now, I'll put the "C" word behind me, that's until we meet again. If and when that day comes I WILL win once again.
Good bye you ugly beast!