Six years ago, on this day, I was called cancer-free and released from treatment.
Six years… Wow.
I still get little brown scars rising to the surface of my lower legs from exploded capillaries that were damaged by the chemo agents; the nerve sensations in my upper left arm are still a bit whacked; and I freak out a bit too much whenever I find a swollen lymph node, which is exactly what they are meant to do when I am sick…
Aside from all that, I am rather happy to still be here. Some days, I even feel good enough to forget it all and go about acting like I am healthy… Such a treat.
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