Another year!
Another birthday celebrated!
Another diagnoses anniversary!
Another whole year!
8 years.
My baby is turning eight which in-turn marks the 8th year from my cancer diagnoses.
Most days I don't think about "it" anymore, but sometimes something inside me gets triggered and a type of depression and sadness overcomes me. Usually, it only lasts for a few days.
Most days are just busy - kids and work life.
My oldest turned 16, got a drivers license and bought a car. This new phase of life is scary. I definitely worry more about sending my child out into the world than I do about cancer. Actually, I worry about both. I do a lot of worrying.
I had my annual oncology appointment this week.
I adore my oncologist and it strangely brings me peace of mind when I get to see him. It didn't always feel that way.
The good news - my blood work looked great and the doctor was proud of the weight I have lost since my last visit.
The not so good news - the chemo, hysterectomy and the medication I still take have is weakening my bones. He is suggesting more meds. Ugg.
Other events have happened over this year, but I feel like that is for another time.
As far as things in the cancer world - all is well and life continues to move forward.
