16/09/2024
This was me 7 years ago… well, technically 7 years and 1 month ago, because I always seem to forget the exact anniversary of my surgery until a few weeks later.
August is filled with good memories, so I’ll give myself a pass.
So 7 years and 1 month ago, I was diagnosed with cancer.
It took 2 long years to rebuild my health.
Funny enough, that time feels like a blur—almost like it happened in a different life, in a parallel universe.
But I don’t want to forget. Those two years changed me in ways I couldn’t have imagined. I came out the other side as a completely different person than the one who went in.
Before, I focused my life on Vanity Metrics- grades, work hours, money. I lost sight of the things that truly matter: friends, family, and quality time.
Those years (and a great therapist) gave me a new perspective.
The pessimist became an optimist.
The workaholic? Well, she promised to find balance which is still a work-in-progress.
Every year, I remember the promises I made to myself during that time. I don’t want to forget those vulnerable moments, because they shaped who I am today.
For that reason, I’ll always be grateful for my health, take nothing for granted, and focus on what truly matters: enjoying life.