Today marks my 7th year being Thyroid Cancer Free. Wow lucky 7. It was like yesterday I was this young pregnant woman going into surgery. Leaving behind a 4 week old and 5 year old girl. I remember that day like it was yesterday. It never really bothered me. Memories looking back. But I found this post and when I reread it I actually cried. Because if I could go back I would have hugged that young girl and told her it will be hard and painful but ok. That you would face a lot of tough roads ahead of you but come out to be strong and survive.
That the RAI treatment will be awful. That you will be in quarantine for two weeks and can’t be with your family. That certain foods years later still remind you of your cancer treatment and give you a wave of nausea. That the scans will be awful because you will not have any medicine in your body and you literally will feel your body decay. I would tell her that she didn’t have to be strong. That being strong meant years of still having pain from never really dealing with it. That being strong for everyone else took away your healing emotionally. That the person you needed most at the time would not be able to mentally or emotionally handle you needing help so you would put up a wall that would take years to come down.
I survived cancer. I survived a divorce. I survived heart ache and pain. I survived not knowing where I was going or doing. I survived in a world where you are judged. I survived so I could give my girls a calm, peaceful life.
Cheers to all of you who have survived your own battles. I am proud of you!
My past post: 1 Week To Go Before My Thyroid Cancer Surgery
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