Mexico

Many of you reading this don’t know that I went to Mexico for the 10th anniversary of Mom’s death in October. I went to a small beach resort south of Cancun. I’ve struggled with the anniversary a lot these past few years and I wasn’t sure how I would handle the big 10.

I went by myself and spent six nights enjoying the beach and a cabana and starting my day with mimosas. It was healing.

I remember the exact moment in the water. When I felt it. When I felt my heart heal. When I knew the grief inside me changed. I remember thinking how great it would be if everyone could find their place and feel what I felt in that moment.

Little did I know then, I already had breast cancer that would be found in just a few weeks.

I see now the blessing of that healing to make room in my life for this.

I had a moment on the table yesterday while I was getting my facial. I’ve been waiting for this. Now it’s here and I can fix it and move on with my life.

My half-sister Karen had breast cancer in her late 40s, with a recurrence in her late 70s. Mom in her 80s. So, I’ve always felt it was coming for me. It was just a matter of when.

Now it’s here. And I can fix it. And move on with my life.