of anniversaries
a year ago today, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. how do you wrap your brain around that?! wow. I can recall so vividly getting the call from the oncologist I had gone to (different from my ultimate oncologist, Dr. Hurvitz, because of my insurance mess), while standing in a corner in the bathroom at work. what a strange call to wait for. I called each of my parents who were anxiously waiting for my call, then went home. then gathered up my sister and a good friend and went to see Everest play. I remember every little bit of it. I was fucking scared, but the faces that were around me somehow convinced me it would be okay, even without saying a word. the faces (souls) are a huge part of my survival, as I’ve noted a million times here… how can you not want to continue to see the people in your life grow, and see what happens in their lives, and just be there to hug them?! that is an infinitly huge reason to fight to stay alive.
even that day, I knew I had to move forward with what I knew was true to myself, even if I wasn’t consciously thinking of it that way. I had to find my own momentum, unique to me, toward a brand new situation. I remember talking about getting to the other side of it (meaning victory, not to, y’know, that other side)… and I suppose I actually am now. which is a strange feeling in itself, because life clearly just moves on like it always has.
but victory is victory, and a year after my diagnosis, I sit here living on as the same person I was before… but with so much more life behind me and in front of me and around me. there is no question that I have grown. I’m sure several people would agree. I feel that growth all the time, and I feel more growth every day. the best is when I get to see the growth of people around me thru those eyes, of knowing growth. amazing that it takes such severe circumstances for some people to find a better way of being part of the world… that’s me. apparently. but I couldn’t be more proud of it. the circumstances are mine and I don’t have a single regret or feeling of “why me” about it. I really don’t. the fact that I get to see the smiles that I get to see, and share time with the people I share time with is proof that everything about my experience has been right on. it has been true, and will continue to be…
and speaking of anniversaries and faces… not quite a year (strong!) after we started hiking, we managed to get the OG crew together on the same day last weekend (isn’t as easy as you might think).
fighting to stay alive doesn’t get any better than that!






