|My Garden - Six Weeks Post Op|
Back in March when I got diagnosed with breast cancer round two, I knew there were things that I'd need to do to prepare for surgery. I set another goal.
|Ani & I on graduation day - Six weeks post op|
With Ani's upcoming graduation in June, I needed to make sure that I was well enough to attend this very important milestone. In order to make it, there were things I needed to do: set my goal in my head and tell myself (okay, convince myself) that YES, I would be there at graduation with the cancer behind me. Once I convinced myself, I needed to make it happen by making sure my healthcare team knew my intent. So everyone involved knew I had a graduation to go to. I think this helped tremendously as the team then became involved in my goal. Not only were they trying to remove cancer from my body, they were working to get this mom to her daughter's graduation! And it happened! Thank God, I am thriving.
Like my garden, there are changes that are taking place every day. Some are too subtle to see, even for me. I am six weeks post op from breast cancer. I am healing and will continue to heal for months to come. My incisions are closed. The bruising is almost all gone. There is still soreness, especially under my arm and numbness throughout the breast and abdomen. Phase two of reconstruction will happen in a few months so I'm not finished yet. But I'm back to work. I'm starting to be able to bend again (watch out weeds!) And we are walking...training for Avon Walk for Breast Cancer in September (39 miles in two days!)
The other day, as I stood looking at my scars, I was commenting to Ani on what an amazing job my surgeon did. Her comment to me was, "You know what's more amazing? Your body's ability to heal. The surgeon did the surgery; but it's your body that's doing all the healing." Never thought of it that way.
All of life is a miracle. The idea that you can put a seed in the ground, water it, and with the help of good soil and sunshine, it will grow to a beautiful flower, or a juicy tomato. Then there's the miracle of our daughters and sons, growing from babies to insightful, loving, caring adults. The healing of our bodies. The fulfillment of our dreams. All of life. Miracles.
|Post Op Peppers|
|Post Op Peas|