The End of the Year
So it’s the end of the year and time for new beginnings. I’m not going to lie, 2013 has not been my year. I never thought I would be in the group of people who had to utter the words, “I have cancer.”
Going to chemotherapy every other Friday for 24 weeks has sucked.
Missing out on time with my kids and making the dinners I love to make, has sucked.
But you know what. I am a damn lucky person. I could have been diagnosed with a much more aggressive form of cancer.
It could be worse: I could be alone. Instead, I have a husband who has been to every appointment, in every waiting room and nearby for every infusion.
It could be worse: I could be alone. Instead, I have family who has been there to watch my kids, clean my house, and help with errands.
It could be worse: I could be alone. Instead, I’m surrounded by friends who make me laugh. I’m surrounded by friends who don’t linger over the fact that I have cancer. We talk about issues, we rile up the library board. We go for coffee. We chat, we laugh and we have fun. We are friends, before the cancer.
So while 2013 dealt me a pretty crappy blow, and some of the crap will spill over into 2014, I know that I can look forward to 2014 with a smile, and an “I kicked caner’s ass” attitude!