It’s a Dry, Dry January
January 2, 2025
Well, would you look at that. If all goes to plan, February 10 will mark an entire decade since I was diagnosed with Stage 3c breast cancer.
I didn’t know it at the time I got diagnosed, but cancer had taken over all the lymph nodes in my left armpit and was teetering, anxious to spread throughout my body. It was one hell of a fight to get the cancer cells stopped and eradicated.
But we got it done, thanks to my unfaltering husband, Rene; a first-rate medical team; and so many wonderfully supportive family members and friends. I am forever grateful, and I now live my life for those who don’t get a second chance like I did to do a better job of living.
Where am I at today? Estrogen-less and opinionated and exclusively concentrated on discovering the highest-quality ways to live the life I so cherish.
The past 10 years have not been all fantasy and whimsy, however. There was the orange hair episode, the years my left arm and hand stayed perpetually inflated due to lymphedema, and the anti-estrogen medication that made and still makes my joints feel rusted. You’ll get the opportunity to read all about those stories and way more very soon.
Life after cancer. What a long, strange, wonderful trip it continues to be.
Thank God.
I’ll close with some adorable thoughts from Rene, who often fills in with the sappiness I no longer seem able to produce. What a gift he is to us! He wrote this about the time I was completing my 10 months of treatment in late 2015.
Thank you all for being part of my story.
With boundless gratitude,
