This weekend I turned 41 :) Without sounding all maudlin and blah there were times over the last year that I didn't think I'd make it to 41 ( I wasn't the only one! )- Now I'm pretty confident I'm going to get to at least 42. YAY go me !
I look at these photos and think so many things
1. How much have my girls grown in a year? They are my absolute pride and joy and have kept me focused through everything.
2. I see the worry I had in the first photo and in the second I think I have aged about ten years.
3. Being bald was the least of my worries - though the girls hated it with a passion.
As I flicked back through my instagrams to find last year's birthday shot I was grateful that I took the time to document the year for what it was. I am ever so grateful that I had no clue of what I was in for. That first shot I was two sessions in to chemo with 9 months still to go. I was sick then but I didn't have the foggiest about how much worse it would get.
Truly I thank God for not knowing.
It's only now that I can look back and see what it was like.
This morning I got up and went for a run because I could. I had a cry along the way because I have come so far and it feels amazing.
I don't believe that I will ever be a person who says that breast cancer was the best thing that ever happened to me - there are many who do say that but that is not me. However I will conclude I'm not the person I was and there's plenty about that I am grateful for.
Jesus said unto him, If you can believe, all things are possible to him that believes.
41 years and counting.