It is not lost on me that I’m celebrating a clear scan near Mother’s Day.
It is also not lost on me that the significance of my scan – ten years out from when I was diagnosed! – is THE scan that’s near Mother’s Day.
It is also not lost on me that it shares the week with Ace’s 10th birthday.
I want to write a post about all this importance…but, I find myself lost for eloquent words. Just short, gratitude filled, thoughts.
In the car, on the way home from getting my scan results last week, I couldn’t stop crying. Tears of happiness, tears of relief, and tears of all the other built up emotions streamed down my cheeks.
This scan was a big one.
A milestone in my cancer recovery journey that allows me to get scanned only once a year for the next five years. A next step closer to shutting the door on this chapter.
And my emotions just couldn’t handle it.
Ten years.
Ten years since I was told “chemo for life.”
Ten years since I was told “you won’t carry children of your own.”
Ten years.
It’s pretty unbelievable how fast life can change.
All I did this past weekend was kiss the precious cheeks of Lou and Ames.
And scratch the soft, fluffy parts of Ace’s ears.
And I randomly lean into Tony, getting wrapped up in my safe-place; in his arms.
I’m constantly humbled, reminded how good I have it, & how incredibly lucky I am.
And that thought alone, could bring more tears to my eyes.
Thanks for being here, my darlings,
