– September 2023 –
As the doctor was explaining my diagnosis to me, a misplaced sense of gratitude suddenly flushed through my mind – I’m grateful for friends and family. I’m grateful that I’m being diagnosed while I’m still young. I’m grateful that I have a stable job with health insurance. I’m grateful that we don’t have kids yet. I’m grateful for…
I felt the urge to start counting my blessings for some reason.
It’s like this coping mechanism that I didn’t know existed kicking in.
“No mastectomy needed for you, just a lumpectomy. But I’m not sure if you’ll need chemotherapy yet. Your oncologist will be making that assessment and let you know when you meet her. Now let’s pick a date for your surgery.”
No mastectomy and no chemotherapy for me. THANK GOODNESS!
My misplaced sense of optimism was enough to hold me together back then.
I don’t remember crying over it, but my husband insists that I did that night. A little bit. My mind must have blocked out that part.
It was the worst September of my life.
Cancer At 35 
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