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Uplifted

This word has two meanings for me right now.

The first is strictly cosmetic, and I'll let you use your imagination.  The second is much more profound, and my personal understanding of the word deepens each day.

I have described the support I have received from my family and friends as an avalanche, but that doesn't come close to being accurate.  I have felt propelled upwards, like I am being bubbled up and supported from underneath, much more like riding a wave.  Close friends, not so close friends, acquaintances, and even strangers have given of themselves without a second thought.  I have been crushed (literally) by hugs, and I have been blessed with tears.

I have heard from so many people who have offered their thoughts and prayers.  That may not sound like much to some, but I find it comforting to know that I occupy the strings of consciousness of those that have drifted into or out of my life.  This experience has connected us again, on some level.

I have been described as strong, but I know that my perceived strength is only the outward reflection of the groundswell of support in my life.  The choices I made regarding surgical approach and intervention were swift and absolute, but I also was fairly certain throughout my journey that I would not have to undergo chemotherapy.  I did not cross over into what can be crippling fear because I was fortunate enough to discover my DCIS before it was able to infiltrate into other tissue.  You may think I'm strong, but I just think of myself as incredibly fortunate.  If anyone was to ever ask for cancer, wouldn't you want it in a part of your body that you don't need?  Case closed.

This weekend,  I was able to comfort a friend who will be undergoing a bilateral mastectomy in three weeks. By essentially sharing with her what has morphed into the contents of this blog, I think I was able to allay just a little of her fear.  That now makes me part of her groundswell, and I am part of her wave.  I have experienced what can only be described as the best case scenario with my medical care, surgery, and healing.  I would consider this effort a smashing success if I can empower or uplift someone else, whether it be you or someone you know.

Thank you again for listening.

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