Today is the two year anniversary of my cancer diagnosis. So, I am officially a two-year cancer survivor. I have very mixed feelings about my cancer-versary. On the one hand I am eternally grateful that I am 2 years cancer free and hopeful that one day I will be a 40 year survivor. On the other hand, it dredges up all of the emotions and stress associated with my diagnosis. Two years ago today, our life was derailed and set on an entirely new course. Two years later, we are still trying to put our life back together and we are still getting used to the new normal.
It's kind of funny to me, but I look at this surrogacy journey we are on and our impending parenthood as not so different from our cancer journey. Both are out of the ordinary and, in their own way, journeys into the unknown. Both are stressful, (one is bad stress, one is good stress...but stress is stress) resulting in short tempers and sleepless nights. Both have unknown outcomes with the high potential for complications and heartbreak. Both change the lives of the people involved completely and irrevocably. Both are terrifying. For me, both of them are nine month journeys. I was diagnosed in June and my treatment was complete in March. In reality, neither is truly a nine month journey. Both are journeys that last a lifetime.