Today is the 3rd anniversary of the day that saved my life. I call it "discovery day." It's the day I first felt my tumor. It was already 4-5cm wide. By the time I started chemo, it was 6 cm. That's roughly the size of a tennis ball.
My emotions go back and forth in relation to this day. Sometimes I am upset, because cancer was/is so extremely difficult. But in reality, this is a day to rejoice. I was diagnosed at stage 3, meaning the cancer had spread to my lymph nodes. The cancer was growing so rapidly, that just a few months could have meant stage 4, meaning the cancer had spread to other parts of my body, meaning more chemo, more radiation, and a smaller chance of survival. That is NOT what happened, however, and I am extremely grateful.
To all those who journey with me, remember, there is hope and life after cancer. To those who are young, please don't wait, get yearly physicals and know your body. To those who have lost loved ones, remember, this is not the end.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
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