I haven't been very inspiring recently, not that I think I am that inspiring ever. Sometimes I wonder why anyone reads my blog at all but that is another story.
Its been almost five years since my breast cancer diagnosis. Am I supposed to have a party or something? I don't think so. I'm not doing much celebrating. I'm just not in the mood. I mean what is the significance of five years? Am I all better then? I was told breast cancer would take a year out of my life and then I would reach a new normal and life would go on. Well, it didn't really get to any new normal so my expectations for a life changing event at five years are some where in the basement.
Cancer swallows up your life and you learn to deal with it and continue to cope. But it never really goes away. So I keep blogging about my little medical misadventures. I am told people read my blog and like it (for whatever reason). Sometimes I hear that its nice to see someone who has lived for so long with cancer.
But then sometimes I hesitate to write about somethings. If I have been living with thyroid cancer for over 30 years but then all of a sudden need more tests, will I cause concern among others? Am I proof that cancer will doom us all?
No there is nothing new and significantly wrong with me that I know of. I survived my annual mammogram with no bad news or additional images required. But I didn't feel any big sigh of relief. More tests this summer. But that's nothing new. I always have more tests coming up. If its not one thing its another. I just have no inspiration to write about anything.