Thursday, November 1, 2012

Shouting from the summit...

Chris hugged me and I lost it.  Chris is one of the radiation therapists, and Tuesday, after my last treatment, she hugged me.  I wasn't really expecting it, she caught me off guard, and I cried.   So many emotions, mixed ones...the kinds you have to sift through to make any sense.  It's been a long 10 months with fighting the Big C as my full-time job.  It's now time to emerge from that routine and start a new one.  I'm not sure yet what this new routine looks like, but I'm going to do my best to let go of the old one and embrace my new found "freedom" with all that I have.  There is definitely some adjustment in going from being a full-time patient back to a "normal" person again (I use the term "normal" very loosely ;)

In my last post, I mentioned making a new To Do List, but for now my new list is very short and not too specific.
It's merely to take one day at a time and embrace it for what it is....

 Because with each new day and with each experience we have, whether it be good, bad or downright ugly....

 And right now, I'm so very grateful to have made it to the summit of the mountain and I'm looking forward to enjoying the view from the top.  The view is different as compared to before I became a mountain climber.  My body is different and I am different, but climbing the mountain has enabled me to learn things about myself and about others that I would have otherwise never known.  I am stronger for trekking through the bumps and curves and now I can shout to the world, "I did it!".  
 When I have reached a summit, I leave it with great reluctance, unless it is to reach for another, higher one.