Learning to leave pink behind

It’s been 19 months since I first heard the words, “You have cancer,” but it seems a life time ago. So much has changed since that fateful day in June 2014. Today I’ve decided it’s time to say goodbye to breast cancer. It’s time to put it behind me and move forward. I know…you’d think I’d have already done this by now, wouldn’t you? But it’s not as easy as you think. For the past 19 months, cancer has pretty much dominated my life. I never intended it to be that way. Cancer just kind of came into my life and took over…an unwanted interloper, but now I’m kicking cancer to the curb. It’s time to only see pink in the dust as I move forward from survivor into thriver.

I’ve chronicled my entire breast cancer journey since the day I was diagnosed. I wanted to make sure my family and friends would have an accurate record of every step I took. I wanted them to see and feel and understand how cancer decimates, demeans, and destroys. I also wanted them to know how a woman of faith responded to such an evil foe. If you’d like to read my breast cancer blog and see how it all began, visit my original blog at http://journeyintopink.blogspot.com There you’ll find almost 2 years of valuable information. As you read, you’ll find out a lot about me. You’ll know, by my post, whether I was having a good day or a bad day. You’ll find some days filled with sadness and others filled with joy. Throughout every post, hopefully, you’ll hear my heart and understand my faith. You’ll definitely understand that cancer is never easy.

Today, as I begin my new blog, I’m hoping to be able to make a huge shift from living smack dab in the middle of cancer, to waving goodbye and only seeing it behind me. That’s why I named this blog “Pink in my rear view.” My desire, in writing this blog, is to continue on from where cancer left off. Looking back will keep me tied to the past and I don’t want to do that…I want to move forward. I do think it’s important to remember our past, but we can’t get stuck there and I don’t think God wants us to do that either.

So this is the first day of my journey forward. I won’t say I have cancer any more…instead, I’ll say I had cancer. There’s a great amount of power in the words we speak over ourselves and I choose to speak life from this day forward.

Thank you for taking time to stop by and visit. I hope you’ll be back again and often! I’m excited to begin this new chapter of my life and I can’t wait to share it with you.

© bonnie annis all rights reserved

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