This article in Cure magazine puts plainly what most people who survive cancer must cope with. We all gradually pass through a gray zone in which we're no longer being treated, but still live with doubts over whether our malignancies have really been eradicated or not. I just learned this week that the brother of a friend diagnosed with melanoma a year ago now has brain cancer. He'll start radiation soon. You don't need to hear many stories like that to know we can't all be Lance Armstrong, who only started winning Tours after he'd been treated for metastaic testicular cancer. The rest of us are mere mortals.
I'm happy to have re-entered a life that resembles the one we lived B.C. (before cancer). I'm blessed to be able to run, to work and to plan things at least a few weeks ahead. That seriously abherrent--and abhorent--chapter of my life last year was actually pretty brief: about eight months. As the memories recede, I hold my breath as I try to ace my quarterly CT scans. Unlike the woman cited in the magazine article, I wasn't living exactly a full-throttle life to begin with. What passes for normal in my life has been pretty easy to resume. I could get used to it.
That's me under the blue arrow in the photo above. To view a slideshow of my trip to eastern Oregon, click here.