I Don’t Want To Do This!

As I wait for the results of my scans, it is inevitable that my mind goes back to the beginning of the journey. The emotions of that day, still so fresh and raw. And yet, I am changed. No longer feeling like a victim, I am a survivor and a thriver.
I have come a long long way.

Miraculous Life

She stopped us as we walked out of her office,  and said, “Wait here.”

A few seconds later,  she  handed me a stack of reading material.

“Here you go.”   “There is some good information in  here for you.”

For just a brief moment, I was taken back to a memory of receiving another mound of information in a doctors office.  24 years prior to this one.

Back then it was for a new pregnancy = new life.

This time it  was for c.a.n.c.e.r = beating death.

I didn’t look at what was in the pile as we left the office, I just glanced down at the crochet pink ribbon attached to a bookmark laying on the top, donated by a local church.

I was now a part of the pink ribbon clique.

Small puddles began to form in my eyes.

He grabbed my hand, my husband,  and he squeezed.

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