This week is my cancerversary, a year since my diagnosis. Today is a major milestone specifically: I'm getting my port out, aka "My fucking port." Which unfortunately I don't use to fuck, lol. My treatment will actually be done November 7, aside from a daily pill I'll take for 5 years. But getting the port out feels like a much bigger celebration than my last infusion because it's so symbolic of moving forward; I tear up crying with relief thinking about it, although right now I'm trying to overcome the fear of the procedure itself. I appreciate the port's service to me, but it's time to go! I'll be able to do the activities I want again (like swimming) and be more comfortable when using a seatbelt, wearing certain clothes, and lying in certain positions. I had planned to mark my cancerversay with the same 50-mile bike ride I did a year ago right before my diagnosis. As luck would have it, I re-injured my knee the week before. My last training ...
All is well, but I don't really feel like writing except to say thank you, thank you, thank you for donating to our fundraiser. We've raised over $20k so far! Plus about $2500 in corporate matches. I already knew I was surrounded by good people, and this just makes my heart swell. The race itself was fun and meaningful— we even got interviewed by Channel 2 (WBBM) that morning. My favorite part was jumping in the lake with our medals afterward—such a great memory! I'm back at work 100% and feeling it a bit! But all is going super well. Right now, I'm trying to wrangle some memory issues and inflammation from the radiation area. But for all intents and purposes, life is great. I really am starting to feel like any additional verbal checking in and talking about how I'm doing contributes to cancer being my identity, which it isn't, although I don't discount the fact life is different forever on. Thank your for being on this journey with me! I look forward ...