It’s Fall in 2009, a thirty-something birthday has come and gone, and my treatment is reduced to a daily pill and monitoring checkups every few months.
I had briefly considered live-blogging my ‘journey’ through breast cancer, but quickly rejected the idea once I found myself caught up in the tornado of sharp needles, horrible side effects, loud machines, bags of chemicals, stitches, fake boobs, and medical jargon. Most my energy was focused inward, with a few spurts left for the boys.
I needed distance to process the life-changing event that had happened to me and my family. And so after a few months of clean check-ups and easier breathing, The Waridi Project was born first as a journal where I documented my feelings as I navigated the various facets that were my breast cancer diagnosis and treatment.
As an aspiring writer, I decided to chronicle my ‘Journey’ as a blog and as a challenge to myself, I was going to limit the posts to 100 words or less to make sure my ramblings would be corralled into concise sense.
A year older, wiser, grayer; my life slowly came to a new normal. I regained weight, my hair grew back, my nails were flushed pink in health and with a dainty bite of the first egg sandwich slathered with Sriracha, the preceding months fade like fog fleeing sunlight.
So I had won a battle, but what about the war?