Last Tuesday I finished my radiation treatment.
I. Am. Now. Cancer. Free!
Surgery. Chemotherapy. Radiation. 8 months of treatment is now behind me. My oncologist, who I will now see every 3 months for the next two years, said I now have three responsibilities to reduce my chances of recurrence:
1) Exercise 2.5 hours a week
2) Eat well (whole foods, very little sugar, lots of fruits and veggies)
3) Keep my weight down.
My hair is growing back, I have baby eyelashes, my skin is healing, my strength is returning, I’ve finally lost the 12 lbs of chemo weight I gained, and while I’m looking for life to return to normal, it will be a new normal.
I am forever changed because of this journey. Certainly my body bears the scars of surgery and radiation, but it’s my heart that’s seen the most transformation. My compassion for those facing health issues has increased. My understanding of how the body of Christ is supposed to care for one another has deepened. My love for God’s Word has been strengthened.
No one walks a journey like this alone.
I’m grateful to my husband and 17-year-old son, Austin, who have walked this journey with me every single day. It hasn’t been easy for mom to be “out of commission.” Mark shaved his head in solidarity. Austin made me laugh along the way and wrote about his feelings in this raw, honest blog post.
I’m grateful to my adult kids and their families who have stayed the course with me. I’m grateful for complete strangers who became friends along the way.
My friend Lisa and both of my daughters helped me shop for wigs.
Crystal put to use her Nurse Practitioner degree and served as my medical consultant.
Cindy cleaned my house every time I had chemo.
Becky helped arrange meals and manage my Caring Bridge page.
Jonna kept track of all my tests, treatments, and procedures, praying and touching base every time.
Robin gave me a hug nearly every time I had one of my 33 radiation treatments.
Amy has sent me a scripture and prayer on Facebook every single day since my diagnosis. Every. Single. Day.
Dozens of wonderful long-time friends and new friends brought meals. And hundreds, if not thousands of wonderful Hearts at Home, Facebook, and blog friends prayed, encouraged, and shared hope along the way.
Over the past 8 months, I’ve received prayer blankets, hats, cards, texts, letters, gift cards, Facebook messages, flowers….all at just the right time when my heart needed the encouragement.
I am truly humbled by the love that has been shown to me.
The words “thank you” just don’t seem like enough. But they are all I have.
Thank you for walking this road with me.
I’ll be forever grateful.