There’s been a lot of growing up over the past few years. A lot of changes. Elijah went from 1 to 2 1/2 during my cancer. My hair came back in more grey. I went from feeling great at 36 to being asked if Elijah was my grandson only a week ago. Before cancer I worried about being asked if I was pregnant thanks to the baby belly. Now I have to wonder how often I will be pegged as Grandma? Cancer has taught me to dig deep. To examine my inner strength rather than counting on my outer beauty. But the challenge is a daily battle.
Cancer has aged all of us. It stole time away from my kids that I’ll never get back. It aged me more than I care to admit. But more than ever I am thankful for another day with my kids and quiet days to remember what I’ve been through.
Jeremy and I goofing around right before my diagnosis. Notice the long hair!
Meleah helping to shave my thinning hair. Am I smiling? I just remember this time as a complete fog.
At my bye-bye boobs party with a friend.
Me and my formless body and super short hair at Elijah’s second birthday.
Charis and I at her musical. One month post reconstruction.
Elijah in shock at losing his hair to the summer buzz cut. How did he grow up so fast. Look at that figure! 6 weeks post reconstruction.