Where I come from is not necessarily where I belong.

8 months have gone by since I was told YOU HAVE CANCER.

Where I come from is not necessarily where I belong.

This thought has been bouncing around in my head for a few days.

A few of my close friends probably understand what I am talking about.

Cancer has changed me in so many ways and it made me reevaluate who I am and where I want to be.

We are talking about my life after all and how I will live out the rest of it. I know it is hard to understand – but the changes and the need to reconnect with my “former life” has left me with much to think about

As I drive to work each morning I pass my “ landmarks”

The hospital where I had my surgery

The hospital where I had my port surgery

My oncologists office

My surgeons office

My plastic surgeons office

The Breast Center of Acadiana where I was diagnosed

Rebecca’s where I bought my wigs and scarves

The pharmacy where they know me by name

My beauty salon where I had my head shaved

The medical supply store

The American Cancer society and Miles Pierret center.

It is like seeing everything in slow motion, with places and faces in front of you. Was this all a dream and how did it happen to me ?

I see them all and wonder if I will ever have to go through this again or am I truly “cured”.

Gracie is graduating and is starting the next phase of her life this month.

I have some major decisions to make about the next phase of mine…..…I plan on pondering them on the Isla of Mujeres in a few weeks.

I still need a major dose of energy….and I am fighting fatigue on a daily basis….BUT I am looking forward and I am grateful to be in a better place.

I have learned in a big way to let go of so many things and this has made me happy on so many other levels. What a gift this lesson was for me personally.

I am hoping that things continue to fall into place. I am REALLY looking forward to a visit with my plastic surgeon.

The Will of God will not take you where the Grace of God cannot keep you.