Today, I’m appreciating the resilience of this body as well as its vulnerability. It’s day 11 of my first cycle of chemo. The bone pain from my Neulasta shot has faded. The nausea is gone. Despite the anemia, I have more energy than I have in a long, long time. I still have my hair, but I keep reminding myself it will fall out soon, so the loss is not as sharp when it does. I run my fingers through it, treasuring. My wounds are almost fully healed, each scar a testament, beautiful. There will be hard days ahead, which makes this one so precious. Grief and joy, hand in hand. A tear. A smile. A scar.
“…scars can heal and reveal just where you are…” – from “I am Moana (Song of the Ancestors)”