I was 60 years old in January and I decided that this is the year I start taking care of myself. I found a lump in my breast in March and made an appointment to see a gynecologist. The doctor thought maybe it was a cyst … test after test, doctor after doctor. I was stoic and moving forward…
I have three daughters between the ages of 21 and 26 and I needed to be a role model for them. I was that brave warrior until after the surgery when I had time to stop and think about what had just happened. That’s when everything starting sinking in. I work full-time doing accounts payable and payroll for the 300 employees at Waverly Heights, a senior living community. I decided I should tell them what was going on and talked with the head of human resources to put the information in my file. And then something truly amazing happened. Every morning when I came in to work, something would be at my desk. Some days it would be an inspirational message with a pink bow attached, or a flower or a plant. Whenever I turned the corner to get to my desk, I’d see the newest thing and it would just take my breath away.
Aside from work, I’m part of a new neighborhood ladies’ group. We celebrate birthdays and have “getting to know you” events. One of the ladies sent out an email to everyone in the group asking who might like to make me dinner or dessert during my treatment. At the end of the day I come home and ten women, some of whom I’ve never known before, have come to my home and made me dinner. Here I am at the end of the workday and I’m feeling wrapped in blessings. The people at work who I’ve known only a few years and the people in the neighborhood who I’ve known only a few months make this a wonderful journey.
I love being with my husband and my daughters, gardening, watching movies, and going to the beach. I love to float. I think of myself floating and I feel relaxed.