I had my post-op check-in (I'll have another one in five more weeks) and everything is looking good. Incisions are healing, I'm doing well. I also had a check-in with my oncologist, and I'll be starting anastrazole today (assuming the pharmacy gets it ready before this evening). I'll be on that for five years, and there's another pill my doctor would like to put me on, but it's not approved for my kind of cancer yet, so we'll see what my insurance company says. If that doesn't happen, she has a couple of other options she'd like to try. I do think about how I've already done SO much, and every additional thing does a little more to help keep the cancer from coming back. But there are no guarantees! I've already been unlucky once, so I don't approach any of this with the idea that I'm fine and I'll always be fine. I try to think of it like this: I am doing everything I can, I am listening to my doctors, I am asking questions and being proactive in my treatment and trying to balance the many, many things that are required of me, and I'm still trying to live a good life.
If this cancer comes back, I will know that I did my best, and I'm happy with the time these measures bought me. If the cancer doesn't come back, fantastic. Incredible. I would change nothing about what I've done, either way. With every step, I make decisions knowing that time moves in one direction, I'm doing my best with what I've got, and there's no reason to second-guess anything that's already done.
This is actually a thing that I got good at after my brother died, because you can't second-guess things around a suicide. You can't wonder what you should have done differently. You can't live in that regret. You'll never heal, you'll never move forward, you'll just dig a hole and stay there. Don't misunderstand me: You can dig a hole, you can stay there for a while. But eventually, you have to figure out how to rejoin the world.
You're alive. Be alive. There are so many things to experience.
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