I find strength in being around other survivors. They “get” me. They know what’s going on in my brain. It’s an unspoken bond. It’s also (I found this surprising) uplifting. There’s no talk of death and fear. Instead, we talk about life and power. Being surrounded by warriors is a gift.
There was no parade for me today, my last day of chemo. I simply said my goodbyes and walked out of the building, quietly slipping back into my life. I went home and cried. Tears of relief and tears of gratitude. Tears I had held in for months now flowing uncontrollably. I am still searching for my new normal. It will take time.
I remember giving birth to my children. Each was a painful process and at the same time, the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced. I am choosing to look at my rebirth the same way. It might be painful at times, but I know if I can push through the pain, this, too, will be a beautiful life.