It's been one week since I rang the bell.
I was going to write here but this past week has been a blur of sleep and pain and joy. My skin is slowly healing and I am adjusting to all medications. Soon I will be able to walk around with no pain when I move my arm and I can't wait.
I am officially done now. No more daily appointments of getting radiated. No more drop offs of food. No more feeling taken care of by medical experts. And for that, I am happy.
So how is it that I feel scared? I feel a bit alone. Not sure what I do next.
But after I talk to my dear friend Gary, he reminds me that I take the time to heal. He reminds me in his gentle strong way that I get back to being Lisa, the one that I was before I was diagnosed. He's right. I get back to being an artist, and a mother, a wife and a friend and not the full time care giver of this stupid disease. In fact, I think that if I have learnt more than anything that I can't NOT get back to being me.
Of course, I am different. Cancer changes your brain, the way you think and all of that. For me, it's clarified who my community is, and reminded me of the love they have for me and I for them. It's also strengthened my believe in stories.
So I ask, now what?
It's time for stories of healing, and survival. It's time to read more stories. To create art of these stories and to share that far and wide.
When I started this blog it was about my cancer. But it was also about my art and life. Indeed. I have shared many stories of cancer, now it's time to share my art that will help me heal from these past months. I can't wait to share.