After about a week of restless sleeping, last night was great. I slept like a rock! But it made it very difficult to get up this morning. A couple hours of consciousness and two cups of coffee didn’t make much of a dent in the heavy fog that enveloped me.
As I went about my day I kept thinking there was something significant about today – June 2nd. A tickle in the back of my mind which I just attributed to the mental sludge I waded though. There’s a lot going on at work right now – two weeks of preschool camps; gearing up for Kids’ Camp; services starting up in the new building this Sunday – I decided it was the organized chaos of the many activities.
And then I received the following text message from my friend, Beth:
Cancer sucks. Remembering your first chemo tx. I’m so glad it’s behind you. You are a champion, my friend… Love you bunches.
That was it!! That’s what I was forgetting to remember. Four years ago today I had my first chemotherapy treatment. This is the first time in that four years I haven’t thought about or even remembered what was then a myriad of significant dates related to my cancer.
It may not seem like a big thing, but to me it’s huge. Poor Beth felt bad for reminding me, but I’m glad she did. It felt good to realize I had forgotten just why June 2nd was significant. I’m no longer a cancer patient, I haven’t been for a long time. But it’s only been the last nine months or so that I’ve actually felt like something other than a breast cancer survivor. Today only served to prove to myself I’m really moving on.
Oh, and Beth. I love you bunches, too!!
Cross-posted at Mothers with Cancer