Today is a special week for me. Usually it's about the kids or The Hubbie but this week is about me, me, me.
In our little town, it is cancer awareness week. The annual walk for life is this week. Both of my/our sons, my/our dil and GRAND baby will be here to walk the survivor walk with me. It is for survivors, caretakers, and those that are in the battle now. It's always a very emotional time for me, yes, I'm looking forward to this year for sure.
This year, 2010, marks my 35th year since being diagnosed with cancer. I had a miscarriage in 1975, resulting in the placenta embedding into the side of the womb and developing a hormone producing tumor. I was given a 50/50 chance to survive. I was offered a total hysterectomy or we could 'try' chemo. Long story short, I started crying, wanted more babies I told my Oncologist, we went with the chemo.
Now, 35 years later, two more children (my first son was barely 4 at the time) born healthy, now adults, I am still breathing, still alive. It is nothing that I have done, nothing that sets me apart from others with the dreaded disease.
The simple reason is, my life is not up. I believe that the day of death is written down, predetermined, just as the day of birth is written down, predetermined.
God still has a reason for my being here and I am thankful everyday that I am.
Yes, I am celebrating this week, celebrating 35 years being cancer free.