Almost four months have passed since my last post. That's a long time and a short time. It depends on how you look at it, quite frankly. If you are living each day as it passes and truly thinking about all it has to offer, that's 120 some odd chances to make things count. If, on the other hand, you are just getting by and wishing your life away, trying to move to the next "thing", then it's one big clump of time that you can't really sort out in your mind.
For me, it's a long time - and for that I am extremely grateful. As in unicorns, rainbows, and glitter happy! I have done so much since my treatment trailed off to one time per three week infusions of Herceptin. Let's review:
1. I ran a successful 5k for the Jimmy Fund and raised thousands of dollars thanks to generous supporters.
2. I went skydiving and lived to tell. (Thankfully that was the case. It would certainly be ironic if the cancer survivor died jumping, right?)
3. I continue to run, train, and plan to try to do a TRI next year. Stay tuned on that one!
4. I spent an entire glorious summer with family and friends and never said "NO" to any request to get together, have fun, or drink wine in the sunshine. It was the best summer I've had in YEARS!
Now I am back to work and loving my teaching job, as always. I'd do this even if I didn't get paid. Shhh... don't tell anyone!
Next week, I will drive to Dana Farber for my last Herceptin treatment. I'll book an appointment to have my port removed, and then I'm in "active surveillance". It's kind of difficult for me to wrap my head around that, but I gladly will.
So, the elephant in the room becomes, WHAT IF IT RETURNS... If I was in charge of the world, it wouldn't, but alas... I've learned that I'm not in charge.
I'm at the final stages of planning who I am going to be post treatment. I've just about tied it up with a bow. I'll post again when I have it all wrapped up. Rest assured knowing that I won't be a victim, and there's certainly no pity party planned here. Life, it's for living!