The time since I found out I was cancer free and done with treatments two months ago, have been emotional. Reflecting on the past seven months of treatments, I think: 'what happened?'
Where did the time go? People said it would just be a little blip in life, just a few months in the grand scheme of things, and they were right. I can hardly believe I went through 6 cycles/12 sessions of chemotherapy. I worked hard throughout my treatments, trying my best to stay on track with school, stay positive, and keep busy. But now that it's over, I've had a lot more time to reflect on what happened and it can be hard at times.
Yesterday, I helped my best friend sort through her mother's old pictures. She, along with her relatives, have been cleaning out their mother's house since she lost her two-year fight with pancreatic cancer last month. It still hurts me to know that cancer took such a lovely, kind person away from her family and friends. It must be so difficult for them to go through this at a young age. My other best friend's family home caught on fire this week and they lost so much, including their beloved cat. I'm devastated, along with the entire family. My family has experienced hard losses in our lives, yet we remain strong and hopeful.
I care so deeply for my friends and my family. It is heartbreaking to see them in pain. I can't help but wonder if this is how they feel for me. They put so much into helping me get through my treatments. They gave advice, kept me focused on my end goal of finishing treatments, laughed with me, cried with me. I want to give back, I want to help them get through their battles, their "cancers" of life.
My cancer diagnosis didn't break me. It changed me for the better, and I don't mind it at all.
