Cancer has led me to men and women who grabbed onto life but died anyway.
PUBLISHED December 14, 2018
Martha lives in Illinois and was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer in January 2015. She has a husband and three children, ranging in age from 12 to 18, a dog and a lizard.
My life with metastatic breast cancer is a life where I have to look at losses head on or risk missing the world that opens in front of me, as beautiful and lovely as ever. There are times when people tell me, directly or just through implication, that seeing the pain is being negative, but I believe acknowledging the "negative" emotions and events widens the range of positive emotions and experiences in my life. Why would I seek to live half an emotional life when my physical life already feels too short?
I often think about a trip I took seven months after my diagnosis, soon after I finished weekly treatment with Taxol and started on every-three-week infusions of Herceptin and Perjeta only. I flew to my father-in-law's house in Georgia, where the plan was to visit and then drive my mother-in-law's car to Illinois.
I often think about a trip I took seven months after my diagnosis, soon after I finished weekly treatment with Taxol and started on every-three-week infusions of Herceptin and Perjeta only. I flew to my father-in-law's house in Georgia, where the plan was to visit and then drive my mother-in-law's car to Illinois.
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