I am grateful, I am thankful

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Hi there, remember me???  Well I am just popping my head in to say hi and sum up what was one of the best experiences of my life.  This weekend, myself along with 37 other members of our team, walked in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure.  Naturally our team was called “Cupcakes and Chemo,” and we even had shirts made!  We are branded!

What an experience, there were thousands of people there and our team was the 2nd highest fundraiser!  To date, we raised $12,655! That is an absolutely incredible feat and I am so proud of everyone that raised money, and I know that it will be going to good use.

I was so honored to be given #3 for the race, and my dearest friend Marissa was given #4.  The race organizers gave us these numbers for being the highest fundraisers and “special” survivors.  There ARE some perks for having cancer I suppose.  It was extra special to have her walk beside me, knowing what we have been through over this past year and knowing that we have made it to the other side.  We can do it, we did it and we kicked cancers stupid ass!  To be walking alongside so many survivors in pink was awe inspiring and special.

To be honest I didn’t internalize the fact that I was there as a SURVIVOR.  Maybe I will realize it next year, or the year after.  Who knows.  As Zack says, we will be doing these races for at least the next 30 years so eventually I will get there.I could go on and on, but I wont bore you anymore.  If you have seen my Facebook then you have seen it all!  Until next year for the race!

Otherwise, my life has gotten back to normal.  I am back to being a chauffeur to my kids, back to making lunch for Asher, back to classes with Dylan!  He isn’t a house baby anymore!  In fact, he is a full-blown talking toddler.  He makes us laugh daily….when he isn’t crying.  I am slowly working my way back into a workout routine, something that I never in my entire life thought that I would miss!  Tomorrow I am going back to Barry’s Bootcamp, many of you know that was my happy place.  It might bring up a lot of memories though, as the last time I was there I was recovering from a biopsy knowing that I had cancer in my boob.  I still remember the feeling of the pain in my left breast while running (at 7.5 natch) for a while.  I needed to get that anger out, and hopefully I will be back to that pace again soon.

So, as they say “Life goes on.”  It most certainly does, and I ain’t slowing down.  I have two more Herceptin infusions to go, and my final cosmetic surgery in two weeks.  My hair has grown back almost three inches where I lost it.  Physically I feel just fine as if nothing happened.  We are creeping up on my 1 year anniversary of my diagnosis, but hell with it.  I SURVIVED.  Let’s fucking party (with cupcakes!)!!!!!