Yesterday marked two years of Tamoxifen. The last of many "two's" which can only mean the beginning of many three's and four's and eventually the big FIVE. In October we celebrated a pretty big "two". Two years cancer free. And two years is big. The chances of that nasty "C" rearing its ugly head are still pretty good in those first two years. Must've learned its lesson the first time, 'cause it hasn't dared causing any more trouble.
So what's the big deal with two years of Tamoxifen? For some couples, it means taking the next year Tamoxifen-free and growing their family. And for some that feels like too much of a risk. Not to mention that the miracle of modern science now says, "Hey! Ten years of Tamoxifen each day keeps the cancer away." Two years ago, the magic bullet was only five years. So we're 20% rather than 40% there. Kind of a bummer. And the cramps in my feet think so, too!
But what's not-so-much a bummer, not actually a bummer at all, is in these last two plus years I've found myself a nifty new hobby. Thanks in-part to this very blog. You see, blogging all things cancer was a great excuse to also photograph all things cancer. Selfies in the chemo chair might seem borderline macabre...but not if you're going to blog about it. And keeping that camera handy was just super practical when it came to chemo brain. But after the treatments ended and the last of the surgeries healed, I wasn't ready to put down the camera. Not by a long shot. So, true to form, I've started a page for my photographs, too. Actually, several pages. They're all identical, so feel free to peruse the platform that suits you best. I'm working on a #project365 challenge (sharing a photo a day everyday in 2015) so feel free to check back often and keep me honest.
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