Three years ago today I received a voicemail telling me that the “fibroid” they had removed a week earlier was actually cancer. The past 3 years have been a rollercoaster full of stress and anxiety I never imagined I’d face. But then, who really expects to be dealt such a blow (especially at only 32 years old)?

I know that this date will always trigger a lot of sad and distressing memories for me, but I am going to be doing my best to make sure that my cancerversary isn’t a day filled with bad memories and resentment. Fortunately, the temps got above freezing here this morning, so we took the kids to one of our favorite parks for a walk. While I’ve long enjoyed our family walks, today I tried to pay extra special attention to the beauty of the day, and be grateful to have made it to another milestone. Rather than “3 years of cancer,” I’m trying (though it’s Hard) to remind myself that it’s “3 years SURVIVING cancer.” Thank God for that!

🌻Look how far I’ve come🌻