It’s been more than days, more than weeks, more than months. It’s been over a year since her diagnosis of breast cancer.
She pushed through surgery and radiation and chemo. She was looking pretty frail for a while and her healthy skin tones faded to a pale dusty white. In other words, she looked like a woman who had cancer. “HAD” is the right word here, because she is cancer free and after last week, with a final reconstruction surgery, she is whole again too.
This is a strong, determined woman. She never gave-in to her cancer; at least not outside the warmth of her family and home. If I were to guess, there were some tough days and nights following treatment. But she kept to herself and soldiered through the worst of it.
She’s a warrior to me. A strong, champion warrior.
I see her now, top down in her convertible, always a high-five wave over the top of her windshield. And even if it’s just a glimpse of that face, I see rosy cheeks that surround that familiar smile. She’s back!
She’s whole again.