|My Family - Salisbury Beach, Massachusetts - Summer 2004|
I didn’t have to wait very long and before I knew it I was in a little room with a gown on, lying down and waiting for the doctor to come in. There was a TV so the nurse gave me the remote and I found an old episode of the Cosby Show and watched that for about 10 minutes. I always loved that show. The doctor and nurse came in shortly and they were ready to get on with this little minor surgery right away. They wanted to make sure that I was okay because I guess a lot of people get nervous and some even change their minds about the whole thing. Not me. I couldn’t understand that at all. I told them how happy I was that I was getting this port out because I wasn’t going to need it anymore. Plus it was a daily reminder of the cancer and I simply wanted it gone.
|My Family - Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia - Summer 2010|
When I left the Cancer Centre and headed outside to my car I felt like my step was lighter and my head was in the clouds. I paid the parking guy, made my way to the on-ramp and drove up onto the highway. I was heading home and for the first time in a long time I felt free. I felt like a huge weight had been lifted and I was flying down the highway, observing the speed limit of course, until I got just outside of the city. At that point I lost it and started to shake and cry. It was kind of the same sort of relieved feeling that I had when I got the results of the pathology report after the breast surgery. I had to pull over. I called Mike and sobbed over the phone with him and he was so happy for me and I was crying but I was so happy and thankful that I was done. I mean I was DONE! This last little surgery represented so much more. It was the last thing I had to do. Now I was free and I could move forward with my life. With our life.
|Me - December 2007 - Greely, Ontario|
My children too were so strong and mature and responsible. I told them that. I also told them that if something like that had of happened to my Mom when I was their age that it would have scared the crap out of me. I told them that they were my heroes and in fact it was them that were the brave ones. I just did what I had to and what choice did I have anyway? Mike eventually said enough already would you just ring the damn bell?!? So I did. Many times. Very loud. With much bravado and a smile on my face, I looked at these three people, my family, and at that moment I felt joyful and truly blessed. It was a wonderful Christmas that year.
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