It has been four, count ’em, four years since my double mastectomy. 48 months since mastectomy; 57 months since diagnosis.

There is a part of me that is amazed that so much time has passed. And yet there are days when everything is just like yesterday.

At 36 months I entered no man’s land…all statistics said median survival was till then. I am grateful to still be here and every day is a blessing.


2 thoughts on “four

  1. I was reading a book the other day…fiction…and one of the main characters was diagnosed with IBC. I cried for the rest of the book…not one of my usual routines.
    I don’t know if I was crying for the character, because she died, because of those she left behind, or because of all of those I know and love who have been diagnosed, survived, lived with or died from some cancer or another…
    May you have many more strong, powerful, meaningful years ahead of you my brave, brave friend!

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