On the way to receive the results from last week’s CT scan, I told my husband that I feel as if have accepted this routine as part of my life. Asthma, fighting to stay in remission, anxiety, and depression, are the little gnats of my personality—the challenges which have shaped me into the person I am, but I don’t have to define myself by them.
Whatever the radiologist saw on my right lung 3 months ago, is gone. The lesion on my liver–gone. The lesion on my spleen is still there, but no change. A follow up is required in another six months.
So—I’m still in remission.
And this is my life, and I will live it, as it should be lived, batting at the gnats which make life a challenge at times. But, that is all they are–challenges. They have made me stronger, and opened my eyes to what is truly beautiful—life.
I am happy about my results, but yet, I have a heavy heart for the person who was diagnosed today, who died today, who was told they are no longer in remission. For the families supporting their loved ones who are fighting, or grieving their loss.
My thoughts are with you.