When I read that only 25% of women with Stage 3B ovarian cancer live 5 years or longer, my competitive streak was engaged. Here I am… still alive.
My prize? I retrieve it everyday. I am active, grateful and recurring. But more about that tomorrow. When I finished chemo in July (for the third time), I was ready to enjoy summer.
- Swimming in the red tide at Jericho
- Letting the cold water of Lightning Lake take my breath away
- Connecting with old friends in the Okanagan
- Camping in Manning Park
- Retreating with my book club buddies to Saltspring Island
- Exploring Kensington Market with my kids
- Helping my daughter set up her first solo apartment
- Jumping the waves of the Pacific Ocean and
- Celebrating birthdays, fireworks and friendship.
Now it’s back to work. Tomorrow I see my oncologist* with the news that my tumour marker is higher than it’s been since my first blood test post-surgery 4 years ago. I’m sure that chemo awaits and perhaps surgery too.
Someday I’ll join Joanne, Kelsey, Jacquie, Ginger, Bev. They’re gone and so will I be someday. But I’m not ready yet.
* Whenever I read that… “my oncologist” I instantly think… who is talking? I still don’t always remember that it’s me who has cancer.