Hello all,
I’ve come on to write this because 8 years ago I was pregnant, happy and big as a house- and then dx with breast cancer. So through induction, chemo, surgery, radio, then recovery- and every day I look at my son and I am thankful every day- every day I know how lucky I am. I had a support group and not everyone made it.
But now every year the week before my son’s birthday brings mixed emotions. It is hard to talk about this to people I know as they mostly do not understand or cannot let me have these bittersweet feelings without trying to silver line them. So I am not looking for any responses, just wanted to put this somewhere, and acknowledge this to myself.
So still here, not fighting (always hated that terminology) remembering those who are not, and love to all those who are on this well worn path.
xxxxxx