Two years ago today I was diagnosed with breast cancer.
It's been two years I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. You guys know the depths to which it takes you. It's no use wishing, but if I had a magic wand I would magic the last two years away.
I'll never be one of the people who says cancer "saved" me. The loss of my breasts, the loss of of my confidence, the major depression, the damage to my hands, the brutal medical menopause and the ongoing side effects of the medication... It's the price you pay for life and I regret none of the treatment decisions I've made, but ye gods it's hard.
My second cancerversary hasn't been as difficult as the first. However I couldn't get to sleep until 2am last night, and today my energy and focus has been very scattered.
Two years ago my life was diverted onto a different path. Along the way I've met some truly wonderful people, made some beautiful new friends, had some great experiences, and made some deep, nurturing connections. I like to think that if I hadn't had cancer I might have done all these things, just differently. I'll never know, but letting go of what I thought my life was going to be is tremendously challenging.
Life knocks us all around. One in two of us will get cancer. One in seven of us women will have breast cancer. I like to think I'm wiser and more empathetic. I'm certainly sadder. And boy am I tired. But it's a milestone, getting to two years without a recurrence, and one I'm very happy to reach.
Thank you all for your support. K xox