I feel like each time I reach a treatment milestone that my journey isn't really over. #becauseitisn't
I read all the wonderful comments and feel they are premature- yet I know life is about the journey, it's about stopping to smell the roses, celebrating the successs along the way- I'm that kind of girl. But I find myself unwilling to throw the Survivor party just yet...
So I got to thinking... When is that moment for me?
Like any professional organizer... I got out my planner.
I looked at my pending cancer related appointments. Three more Herceptin infusions, Hysterectomy, Reconstruction surgeries. Throw in visits to my oncologist every 3-6 months and a PET scan or two... It won't ever really end.
I picked a date. March 23rd is my last infusion, my last 'die cancer die, don't come back' treatment. This day will mark 1 year and 23 days of breast cancer. I'm calling it good.
I'm going to celebrate. I'm going to exhale. I'm going to look at the view from the top. It's my moment.