I stumbled across my old blog posts and it caused me to pause and reflect on where I am on this journey.
This December will be five years since they found a tumor in my brain. After the surgery, chemo and radiation, I have had five years of clean scans, healthy living and waking up each day to greet my beautiful children and watch the sun rise through my bedroom windows.
I still go for scans every six months and they are still nerve-racking, for sure. But every time I enter the doctor's office she gives me a clean bill of health. Often, I don't feel like I can trust her, wondering if she is hiding something or sugar coating things. And then, I remember that she regularly has to give out the worst news that anyone can possibly hear and that I need to trust her incredible expertise and allow myself to hear the good news that I am still not in any danger.
And every time, Paul and I drive home hand in hand, grateful for the good news.
