Done!

Today I had my last radiation treatment for breast cancer. It was such a great feeling knowing I don't have to do that again! (God willing!) I can say that the experience wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. There were some questions as to where I would get the best treatment, but in the end, I'm glad I stayed close to home.The staff was awesome! Driving for five and a half hours for a fifteen minute (or less) treatment twenty times would definitely have gotten old, not to mention tiresome.

After four weeks I only have some skin irritation to deal with. I actually feel fortunate to only have that. Of course, radiation in the breast area doesn't make you nauseous or cause your hair to fall out, but the side effects could have been much worse. (Shout out to my brother who was disappointed I wouldn't lose my hair because he was going to shave his in solidarity. The fact he's almost bald makes his "sacrifice" more endearing!)

Honestly, throughout this whole ordeal I have felt a little guilty. I've known so many with cancer who go through agonizing treatments, surgeries, recoveries, and side effects, sometimes for years. I've watched friends and family waste away while clinging to hope of a cure. When I think on all those warriors and the valiant battles they fought (or are fighting) and compare my situation, I feel like what I am going through is not as important. So far, everything I've done has been quick and relatively minor since I caught it so early. Don't misunderstand - I'm grateful for the blessing of early diagnosis. I almost feel unworthy of the concern that has been shown for me, but I am so glad I've got a great cheering section.

Almost everyone has been touched by cancer in some way. You may have a family member, friend, coworker, or distant relative who has fought that battle. Maybe it was you. Depending on how close you are/were to the person or the situation, you may have quite a knowledge of what the fight entails.

Having spent the last few months dealing with doctors, hospitals, tests, forms, insurance, and the unknown, I can empathize with anyone going through this. Living through any battle makes you an "expert" in the field. In medieval times the knights had armor bearers who helped them prepare for battle. These warriors were dependent on them. They may not have fought, but they important to the war. For me, the people who took the time to encourage, pray, check on me, fix a meal, send a card or text, drive me to the hospital or appointments, or just listen were as important as the medical team. They were my armor bearers and they sure kept me in the fight!

As the main leg of my cancer journey comes to an end, I want to thank everyone for your support. It truly has meant the world to me. I encourage you to be a light to someone else who may be facing a trial, whether medical or emotional. Your kind words or deeds may give another the boost needed to go another day. Go be someone's armor bearer!

Finally, I urge you to get the screenings, pay attention to the signs, and take care of yourself. Do it for yourself and those who love you.