I'm ready to take a break from writing about cancer for a while.
I don't think about it much now, although it has shaped the way I think. The way I feel. The way I act.
I went back through my blog about the last couple of years (has it been that long?). I'm so glad I wrote it down, it seems so out of focus now. It was a bitter sweet read. Bitter because it reminded me how I felt when there was no light at the end of the tunnel. There wasn't even a tunnel.
Sweet because I know how it ends. How space will be carved around me and light will flood in.
And then I step out. Squinting.
They say cancer is about life, not death.
I say it too.
I dance it in the family room.
I sing it in the shower.
I breathe it in the morning air.
I feel it when the sun shines.
I hear it when my kids laugh.
I know it.