Some free time tonight lured me back to these pages. I was surprised to see more than a month had passed since I last shared thoughts in the blogosphere. It's not that every post was about my cancer. Some of my most favorite posts had nothing to do with my illness. They had more to do with focusing my thoughts on something other than how I was feeling or the sickness I was fighting. Writing sometimes let me escape and regroup.
Next weekend will be two years since I discovered the lump in my abdomen that quickly grew into a nightmare of doctor and hospital visits, chemo and hair loss, surgery and recovery. Not a day passes that I don't give thanks for my return to good health, and for the blessings that come from having faced cancer and moved on. The less I write, the more I realize what therapy it was for me to maintain this blog in the midst of my treatment.
I do miss the writing, but I don't miss what motivated it!
