Celebrating my Cancer-versary

This time last year I was scared.

 

It was a gloriously sunny start to summer.  I remember my husband and I sitting on a park bench in the sun and crying together because I had just been diagnosed with breast cancer.  I remember taking my son for ice cream and breaking the news.  I remember trying to explain to my daughter why all our summer holiday plans were on hold.

Fast forward exactly one year and I was scared again.  But this time in a good way with a silly grin all over my face as I was strapped into my first ever loop-the-loop roller coaster ride next to my son.  He turned to me with the knowing smile of someone who has done this before and asked if I was ok.

"Of course," I said. "It can't be as scary as chemo."

It was a flippant reply but it's true that the last year has put things in perspective.  No matter that we are about to move country yet again and we don't know where we are going.  Just like last year, it's a gloriously sunny start to summer and I'm going to take time off from packing boxes to enjoy it with my loved ones because this is the most precious thing of all.  Who knows what the future will bring?  All we can do is live each moment as fully as we can... so I wasn't going to say no when my son challenged me to do the roller coaster ride.

And how was it?  Awesome.  So awesome that I went back and did it again.  And then did every other scary ride in the park.  Eight utterly terrifying rides later and my son was very proud of me.  I've got to admit that I was pretty proud of myself - and felt exhilaratedly, fabulously alive.