Our lives can spin out of control so quickly–and when you’re first diagnosed with cancer, the whirlwind you find yourself in does not seem to stop–ever. I told a friend today it’s like busting through a series of brick walls. You get through one, and there is another one standing directly in your path. It’s the nature of it. I’ve got this…idea of a quote I’ve read somewhere about tempering steel–and I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen a blacksmith banging a sword against the wall in order to make it sharper, so maybe I’m mixing up analogies. Hang on, while I hit google, will you? Go get something to drink–or, if you like, go on and hit the link to the Boobiethon and peruse around for a few minutes, and I’ll meet you back here in 2 minutes! Okay, I’m back and I found it!
The fire of adversity will melt you like butter, or temper you like steel. The choice is yours.
YAY! I really like that quote. Of course, in the time that I ran around google to find that quote, I also found more really cool clown make-up ideas, a recap of last Thursday’s Project Runway, and a dreamy picture that my friend Emily posted on my wall of Dylan Moran and I kind of lost the thread of this post. I am easily distracted by shiny things.
Now and Then
THREADS! Yes, I know where I was going with this. I fought so hard against the idea that cancer would change me. I liked me! I didn’t want me to change, to be different–I didn’t want to lose my breasts, I didn’t want to lose my hair, I didn’t want to be anything other than the girl I saw in the mirror in November of 2010. The thing is…we all change. I mean, that’s what life IS. Things happen to all of us, good and bad, and we hit the brick wall or get tossed into the fire and then we come out..different. So, maybe the ‘change’ bit is out of our control–but we can control the outcome. Having breast cancer changed me–I mean, literally–helloooo to the Now and Then next to this paragraph.
So..yeah. I’m different. And, I fought so hard against it, but once I decided to accept the reality of what had happened to me, suddenly….I was okay with the changes–physical and mental. I’m stronger and wiser and there are days that I am steel and fire and seriously, brick walls need to STEP OFF. um…lest I give the impression of being a Super Hero here , there are also days that getting out of bed and getting dressed to leave the house feels like an insurmountable task. But, even the ‘bad’ days and moments are tinged with this sense of being grateful to be here to experience the highs and lows of being alive.
My Aunt Puppy told me I ‘have a glow’ about me now. I told her it was the hot flashes. ;)
It’s Day 2 of the Boobiethon, and as I mentioned, I am the Bloggers Helping Bloggers recipient this year, and I am overwhelmed and completely out of ways to show how grateful I am to everyone who has donated this year. I have alternated between fits of weeping and elation and introspection and I feel so humbled by the outpouring of help that’s been thrown my way. I had $2.82 in my bank account on Friday–we were drowning and you guys have thrown us a lifeline. So, thank you. Thank you from me, thank you from my son, thank you from Pip and thank you from Emma.
Here I am again. Grateful to be alive to experience something beyond any expectations that I had.
Thank you so much for that.