Five years.
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Five years.
On this day two years ago I had what I hope was the last drop of chemotherapy I will ever receive. I am happy. It’s complicated.
Hair falling out, hair growing back, fake hair, hair in a Ziploc, and the toxic burden of survival.
One year ago today, at 37 years old with my three young kids in Disney World, I was diagnosed with pregnancy associated breast cancer.
I have never known my heart to be so full of love and pain all at once.