Fifteen years ago, I finished treatment for triple negative breast cancer. When making the chemotherapy decision the odds were better to go ahead with the treatment. My oncologist told us that she hoped to prevent recurrence within the next 15 years. When I reached year 10, I “graduated” from oncology. There were tears and hugs. My oncologist told me I was her miracle patient. It’s been 15 years.
Those 15 years have seen many changes, joys, and sadness.
We bought a new house. We’ll have been in it 14 years this summer. It still
feels like a new home. I started a new job. I’ve been there 12 years and
genuinely love what I do.
I’ve lost friends. I’ve made new friends. I’ve reconnected
with past friend.
We lost three of our beloved cats. We now have two new
cats. Brothers who have brought joy and laughter into our home and help to heal
our broken hearts.
Parents have aged. My husband retired. We’ve aged.
It’s been 15 years.
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