Today, I take a moment to be grateful for my health. I know, it sounds cliche’. But not on this day. Not to me.
Mostly, breast cancer survivor-ship is not something I focus on. No pink ribbons here. But it’s part of my history–a part that I almost forget about. As I walked out of my oncologist’s office today with a clean bill of health and a hearty, “See you next year!” I was overcome with emotion. Maybe it was seeing my doctor, whom I love like a dear, old friend. Maybe it was sitting next to the bald lady in the waiting room with her pale, green skin. Maybe it was the news that I heard this week that one of my longest-time friends is embarking upon her own cancer adventure. Something got to me.
As I swept past the reception desk and waived goodbye, I was elated–felt like celebrating. I took my emotional temperature, as I’ve learned to do, and chatted with myself. “Okay, Debi, you truly feel like celebrating, as well you should. What do you want to do?”
“Von Maur,” I suggested. “a luxury of some kind, maybe?” I waited.
“Nope. Not one thing in this world I want.”
“Second breakfast out? I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.” I waited.
“Nope. I want my fresh strawberries and plain, organic Greek yogurt with almonds and flax seed, created in my own kitchen.”
I knew how I really wanted to celebrate–by driving home with my convertible top down, feeling the sun on my arms and the wind in my hair, taking the rest of the morning to write and wallow in gratefulness for my good health.
Thank you, Angels for my good health! Surround the bald woman in Dr. Mayer’s office, Dr. Mayer, and my dear friend.
Love you dear friend and the journey life takes us on! This brought tears to me eyes!