Not exactly a year ago, but last year on Good Friday, I was given my initial diagnosis of breast cancer. Since then I’ve become a cyborg, lost my hair, had three surgeries (lymph node biopsy, mediport installation, and lumpectomy for those keeping score at home), endured weeks of chemo and radiation, moved back in with my parents, broke up with my boyfriend, and started working as a paralegal. It has not been a great year, on the whole. But things have started to pick up.
To the best of my knowledge, I am now cancer-free. I have a Master’s Degree. I have a sweet efficiency apartment with robin’s egg blue walls in what seems to be a very pleasant town. And I have Joshua back, which makes everything I’ve gone through worth it, as far as I’m concerned.
My future is uncertain – although the cancer seems to be gone, it could always come back. And after much thought, I came to the realization that whether I live for five more years or for fifty, I want to spend those years by Joshua’s side. I want to spend them helping people, learning things, and being in the world, not just my head. I think that I can do this by becoming a librarian, and I have taken the first baby steps down that path.
For a while there, I thought I’d lost everything. But of course I hadn’t. And although the life I’m starting to build is very different from the life I had, and from the life I thought I’d have, I think it will be a good one.
So that is the end of my cancer story. Thank you for reading. Over and out.