Nearly four years ago, I received my diagnosis of metastatic uterine cancer. I was terrified. Terrified for myself. Terrified for my husband and terrified for my children.
Of course, I took to the Internet to research my disease. Dismal. Twelve percent five-year survival rate. Two surgeries, radiation, chemo, numerous PET scans, and many sleepless nights later, I'm still here. And, I'm not just here. I'm living my life, with the power of cancer fading more and more every day.
Through this blog, I've received over 35,000 views and have followers from afar away as Australia and South Africa. I've been encouraged and supported by people I know and love and by people I don't even know. Though I'm writing less and less, this blog is perhaps one of the best things I've ever done for myself. I've felt free to share my triumphs and my challenges, my fears and my happiness.
Yesterday, was one of those happy days. I got a report of yet another clear PET scan. The area in my lung the oncologist was watching after the previous PET scan is now off the radar screen. Just a pesky looking bit of tissue, but it's not cancer.
I'm not out of the woods yet. I may never totally be. But, I'm learning life with a cancer diagnosis is doable. It can even be wonderful.
