Being fifty-something, I know milestones matter.
Today someone-near-and-dear-to-me celebrated a very special milestone … 10 years of being cancer-free.
Now there’s something worth celebrating.
What a journey since that frightening decade-ago diagnosis of breast cancer.
It’s still frightening. It always will be.
My someone-near-and-dear-to-me is quick to credit the love and support of those around her, but I imagine, in many ways, it’s a lonely journey. How could it not be?
Cancer is such a bitch. It re-routes lives and families into roads less travelled, lays bare the best-laid plans. You can try to find the positives, but really they’re empty … consolation-silver-lining-only thinking that might help someone get through the moment, the hour, the day.
They don’t change the reality.
Mostly, cancer is a bitch.
At least, I imagine so.
Or, I can’t imagine.
My someone-near-and-dear-to-me is fighting her good fight with dignity, grace and determination. I admire that. She is amazing and beautiful. Her three girls know it. Her hubby knows it. I know it. I hope she knows it.
It’s not my place to be proud of her. But I am.
Well played, someone-near-and-dear-to-me. Well played.