Let's get personal

Here I am, still alive, almost one year post chemotherapy. Can you even believe it? I certainly can't. I look at my reflection and see the port and tissue expanders, constant reminders of the journey I've been through. It's hard to fathom that I went through all of that, that I'm almost one year without a breast. Whew, what a year it's been. If I'm being honest, it's been more downhill than uphill for me, especially mentally. It's been weird, difficult, and at times, overwhelming.

But amidst the challenges, I find myself grateful. Grateful that I made the decision to share my story, to let others join me in this storm with their umbrellas of support. It's been a rollercoaster ride, but I'm grateful for the opportunities that this cancer shit has brought into my life. Through sharing my story, I've connected with incredible people, people who understand and empathize with the struggles I've faced. It's been different, yes, but this is my new life, my new year, my new lease on life. And most importantly, I'm alive.

I never thought I would be here, writing these words, reflecting on the past year. It's been a journey of ups and downs, of tears and triumphs. But through it all, I've learned to appreciate the small victories, the moments of joy that shine through the darkness. I've learned to cherish every breath, every heartbeat, every day that I get to experience.

So, here I am, still standing, still fighting, still grateful. This journey has changed me, shaped me into someone stronger and more resilient than I ever thought possible. And as I continue to navigate this new chapter of my life, I hold onto hope, hope for brighter days, hope for healing, and hope for a future filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.

With gratitude and determination