Yesterday I had my first breast exam without breasts. Well, technically I have “breasts”, but, not really. It was sort of unexpected, but if I’d thought about my 6 month check-up, I could have figured.
I spent most of my afternoon at the Cancer Center Monday which used to be a daily event. Checking in for radiation or chemotherapy or tests and test results.
It’s officially been a year since reconstruction. I remember being released from the hospital on a Friday. It was my neighbor’s grad party. There was no way I was going to miss it, but I literally could barely walk. My memory over these last two years has been complete $hit, but I remember that afternoon. Maybe it was because I was no longer in a drug induced state or that my life was finally beginning again, but I wanted to be there at that grad party. Mostly for the Natty Light (🤮). I kid, of course.
Brad let me shuffle as much as I needed to while I held his arm and he supported me like I was 101 years old. I was stooped over and my body was half numb from nerves being disconnected and all of my skin and tissue being sectioned and reattached. I made it. I walked the short walk and was greeted by one of my favorite neighbors, Reed.
Throughout all of my treatments, it really didn’t matter what kind of a day I had, Reed was there for me. He would comfort me and console me during my darkest fears coming to life. He was there to bounce ideas off of when I needed to talk about really hard things with other people, but mostly, he was there to give me the quiet companionship and never asked for anything in return, except maybe the occasional treat (Angie, I PROMISE it was only like one a day!!). Reed was amazing. And he is a dog. One of the most handsome ones there is. Did I mention that he was not our dog?
Anyway, it’s been a couple of years and he still visits every chance he can. But times have changed and Reed is ready to move into a brand new home soon with his people. I will say this and I’ll stick to it, Reed is loved just as much as the rest of his family. To keep my heart from breaking, we adopted Izzy.
While Izzy is not Reed, she is amazing. She’s only ran away three times and believe me when I say that I got my damn exercise because of it. She thinks that she is a greyhound and runs about a billion miles an hour. She pulls so hard on her leash that she has broken 2 of them (I’m learning, too). She is not perfect, but I love her.
Reed still visits, and is patiently teaching Izzy to calm the heck down and sniff butts only once and MOVE ALONG! Reed is showing Izzy that if she sits like a good girl she will get treats.
Change is hard. It was hard learning about cancer, hard receiving treatments, hard going through all of the surgeries, hard to not know your outcome and hard to know what healthy feels like again.
This is my first summer IN TWO YEARS that I can wear a swimsuit and be in the water. Two years. Imagine a two year long winter. That’s what it was like!
For change, doggies and great neighbors. This next chapter will be amazing!