For those of you that don’t follow me on Twitter, you may not have heard my good news…
yesterday, my blood work came back negative. Meaning? My tumor is gone! My treatments have worked! That chapter can finally be closed!
Of course, amid the excitement, I think I managed at least one solid ugly cry in the middle of UNC Hospital. What can you expect- I am the girl that’s hugged every nurse within arms reach at least once in the last 2 weeks [I’m emotional, y’all. That’s just how I roll.]
I’m ecstatic- really I am. But I’m also having a hard time grasping what we have here. That all the emotions, the feeling, the ups and the downs that have come to define my life for the past 5 months have all been swept off the table, put into a cardboard box, and set on a shelf. Much as I’m ready for all of this to be DONE, it’s unimaginably hard to just let go of everything at once; to wipe your hands of it all. To turn around…. and simply walk away. Just for the record- I blame the hormones for this; I haven’t been so even keeled since mid-May.
Thank you all again for your love, support, endless stream of positive reinforcement, and Internet shout-outs. Y’all have given me more strength and hope than I knew my little spirit could muster. So, thank you [from the bottom of my heart] for rooting me [us] on! I truly know how blessed I am to stand on the other side of this. What a beautiful life, indeed.