Friday, February 28, 2020
A Change Is Gonna Come
For the past few weeks, I've felt a stirring in my spirit. It feels like this year is going to be a year of great change.
It seems I've been stuck in a rut since I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I've jumped through all the hoops and have done everything I was supposed to do. It hasn't been easy. There have been many ups and downs, but I can finally say I feel an imaginary door closing behind me. Maybe it's false hope or maybe naiveté, I am unsure but I'm both grateful and afraid. How does one move forward?
Navigating cancer isn't easy and everyone's journey is different.
For the past 6 years, it's all I've known. I am thankful to be doing so well. Honestly, I am more than thankful.
I have so many friends in the thick of the battle right now and I have one who's just about to embark on her journey. I try to offer love and support to those who are fighting. That's one of the things that meant the most to me when I was in active duty. But for the one who's just about to begin her time in cancerland, my heart breaks. I want so badly to give her a heads up, to let her know what to expect, but I don't want to scare or discourage her. She's so optimistic right now. I am afraid I'd burst her bubble.
But what's our responsibility toward the newly diagnosed? Should we share our knowledge or should we keep quiet? It's a fine line to walk.
As a survivor, I've found, the days post diagnosis come with no guidelines or rules. It's a challenge to figure things out on your own, but that's what's required of us. And day by day, change comes.
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