This is my first blog and I'm not sure I know how to do it, but "they" tell me it helps to write, so I'll give it a whirl.
It bugs me when people call me a survivor, but I guess it has defined who I am at this point. A lot about breast cancer has defined who I am and who I want to be, so I accept the term and move on from there.
It's been a little over a year since the chemo ended. Cancer seems like a cinch compared to chemo. What a fine balance between killing the cancer and killing the patient. Luckily I had the best doctors insurance could buy and I would always tell my oncologist, "I definately picked the right doctor to bring me to the brink of death and back."
So now the hormones are gone and the hair's all grown back and somewhere in the time I was lying in bed trying to get through chemo, my two younger kids have discovered competition and fighting over everything from she has more orange juice than me to she had the blue straw last time, I wanted it this time. Really? How would the old me handle this? How should the new me handle this?
I am owner of a DH; a 14-year old step-son, "Huskey" who lives with us; my oldest girl "Diva" 8; and my youngest girl "Baby Girl" 5; Chocolate Lab Princess, 8; cat Buddy, about 13; cat Tiger, 2; and four chickens. Welcome to my blog. Never thought I'd say those words, but, hey, it's a "new normal."
