Today I am 34.
I won’t lie, this last year kicked my butt. It started off with a fabulous celebration with friends and family, all put together by my loving husband. A week later, my whole world nearly fell apart when my dad fell ill with some serious heart troubles. By November he was home and healing and I learned a lot about myself, grew up/aged more than I thought possible in a short amount of time, found inner strength I didn’t knew I had and learned that nothing could stop me and those I love.
December through March was full of personal and professional changes, adjustments, trials and tribulations.
Spring and summer brought more stability – an amazing long weekend getaway with my hubs, attending the wedding of dear family friends, having a blast with my bonus daughters, a great change at work that has left me both re-energized and less stressed.
Summer also brought the cancer diagnosis that rocked my world and sent my anxiety through the roof. It also brought me closer to my husband, my dad, friends near and far, reconnected with long lost friends. It showed me that once again, I’m strong and pretty badass if I do say so myself. Through the help of others, I navigated my way through the health system to a doctor and care team that I truly trusted. I became more open to ideas of angels and manifesting my own destiny through work with Eastern Medicine, herbs, all-natural supplements, and changes to my everyday life.
Yesterday I finished my third immuno/chemo treatment and received the stellar news that all things are progressing in the right direction as evidenced by my clear PET scan. Insert praise hand emojis, smiley faces, and any other happy thing you can think of here. Truly can’t ask for a better birthday present. Yes, I still have three more treatments to go through but all things being equal, some nausea and fatigue are fair prices to pay for no cancer cells in my body.
While I was in the PET scan on Thursday, I started making a list of all the things I want to do. I’m writing down that list and I’m going to tackle them one by one. Things like take French classes so I can get my accent back; learn how to make a quilt; get a tattoo (yes, really!); get my butt over to Europe; do more locally with volunteerism and community efforts; purge the house of all the crap we do not use and never will; adopt more dogs; continue to strengthen the relationship I have with my bonus kids. There’s more – that’s just the tip of the iceberg.
34 is me with spotty hair on my head, a support system that I couldn’t do without, a new lease on life, and so much hope, love and ideas that I’m bursting at the seams. I’m a wife, a dog-mom, a bonus mom, a daughter, a sister, a best friend to many (I think and hope so, at least), cheerleader, take-no-shit kind of gal, stronger than I realized, empathetic, hilarious when I’m angry (something my mom always told me), experimenting with new ways of thought & living, and ready to rock the shit out of whatever comes my way and the rest of my life.