It’s nearly 9pm on the first Sunday in February.
My husband and I are sitting on the couch. He is watching a Dutch cop drama called Smeris. I have just spent the last 20 minutes scrolling through the twitter feed of a random YouTuber who recently had surgery to remove their colon and install (is that what you call it when it’s on a human body?) an ileostomy bag.
I spent the afternoon in my sister’s 4th floor office where I managed to walk all the way up to while carrying a full backpack.
Earlier today, hubby and I had a conversation about how uncertain I feel about my health and moving forward and dreaming of what our lives will be in 3, 5, 10 years. But tonight, tonight I feel so confident in myself and my future.
And what do you know, today is World Cancer Day.
I live and relive daily the fact that in 2015 I was diagnosed with Acute Myeloid Leukemia, went through intensive chemotherapy, and received a stem cell transplantation with my sister as my donor match.
Every morning begins with breakfast and sending my love off to work, followed by a trip to my medication drawer. There, I pick out and unpack the medications I am still taking, two and a half years after the fact, to keep my new stem cells at bay enough to get used to their new environment and to help fight against the chronic lung disease that I now live with. And, not much unlike my life with asthma before, I take my morning dose of inhalers which help the immediate effects of my chronic lung issues. Every evening ends with taking another handful of medication and my nighttime dose of inhalers.
My reality is this: every day World Cancer Day – where my world is, at some point or another, in some way or another, affected by the cancer diagnosis I received two and a half years ago.