Here we are, two years later. Wow, in some ways it feels like yesterday, in other ways it feels like it was more than two years ago. Honestly I was too busy at work to really think about the significance of the day. I'm not really sure how to acknowledge this day. On one hand, it's a day that changed my life forever. But it's not a day that I want to define me. I think at this point it's going to be a day that I quietly reflect on, like any day that has significance, like the death of somebody special to me. I suppose it's a good way to center myself and see if I'm truly happy with different areas of my life. My bullshit level is still pretty low, so if something is a waste of my time, I'm pretty good at disengaging. But this is still a good time to take a step back and assess.
I just re-read what I wrote a year ago and it reminded me of something--I recently changed jobs and it's kind of nice to start with a clean slate. Nobody there knows I had cancer (unless they stumbled upon my blog in some pre-hiring Google search on me). It's empowering to know that I don't have to say anything if I don't want to.
The other thing that's kind of odd is when I started treatment, Addie was only 14 months old (in hindsight I can't even believe she was that little). I knew more of the parents of Belle's friends' parents than Addie's, and as I've talked about many times before, the girls' school was beyond amazing and supportive, as were many of the other parents of Belle's friends. But now that Addie's three(!), she's at the age of play dates and birthday parties, and I've met a lot of her friends' parents and I really like them. I'm sure I encountered these same parents at daycare drop off and pick-up during treatment, but I don't really remember doing so while I was wearing my scarves. But I'm not sure they know or remember, because they were probably just as exhausted as me because we all had babies to deal with as well as whatever other things life was throwing everybody's way at the time. And any of them who I'm now connected to on FB could see this post, but it's kind of a weird thing to share or bring up. So....if you're a parent of one of Addie's friends...hi...? Whatever, it's just kind of odd. Bring it up to me, don't bring it up to me, it doesn't matter.
Anyway, I'm starting something that I'm really excited about--I'm going to be a mentor to another woman currently going through treatment. This was a program that I tried to get involved in back in January, but for multiple reasons it just didn't work out. They're starting another session in a few weeks and I'm really excited. Ever since treatment ended I've wanted to volunteer for something like this. I'll let you know how it goes!
