A Year From Now...

A year from now...
My kids will not remember the days their mommy was too tired to get off the couch to play with them.
I will look at my healed scars and remember the battle I just faced.
I will have a new reconstructed figure that I will be happy with.
I will not be anxious about the first day of school because of the germs that will invade.
I will only be anxious of the new faces I will meet.
I will be preparing to do my first 3 Day or Race For the Cure.
I will be able to tell my story without getting emotional.

...But Now...
I can thank God that I found the lump early.
I can take each day as it comes and take care of myself like I never have.
I can be thankful for all the support from my family and friends.
I can be thankful for my husband who has stood my my side and been a bigger help than I could ask for.
I can thank God that he blessed me with two happy healthy boys.
I can be at peace with the fact I do not have a daughter, knowing that if I did, she might have to go through what her mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother had to.
I can joke with my oldest son about the wig that sits on my dresser at night.
I can play "peek-e-boo bald head" with my youngest son who pulls everything off my head.
I know the importance of laughter and strength.
I can look at myself in the mirror without tears and think to myself, "Man! I still look good".