For me, there was “life before cancer” and “life since cancer.” I don’t think we get to have “after cancer” because it’s never really “after.” If you have had cancer, you know what I mean.
We don’t get to forget, really. Every mammogram, every medical test, every lump and twinge and pain – all bring back the fears.
So I live “since cancer” now.
And I think that since cancer, I’ve become a little smarter. At least with the choices I make about how I spend my time, and the reasons I make the decisions. Not for the sake of convention. Not because others think I should. Not because it will look good. No. Much more about what pleases me at a deep level. About what is truly important to me. About what feeds my soul.
Not all bad, this “since cancer” life.