Today is National Cancer Survivors Day. I survived ovarian cancer. I am a survivor.
I had observed the ravages of cancer and chemotherapy inflicted upon my patients as an oncology nurse. But I joined their ranks when ovarian cancer flung me to the other side of the bed. Nursing scrubs and shoes gave way to tieback gowns and skid-free gripper socks. I was dragged through the theme park of cancer with its midway of fears that assailed me and chemotherapy that pummeled me. The tune, “What if?” revolved around my mind like a crazed carousel. How I yearned to grasp the switch that would halt this fearsome ride.
But I survived the malaise, pain and nausea that stormed my body. I survived the emotional roller coaster, spewing its negativity. Bleach-tipped hair burst forth from my bald scalp. Eyebrows and eyelashes reappeared. By the grace of God, mental clarity replaced the fog associated with chemo brain.
Several months later, I donned my nursing scrubs and resumed my career on the caregiving side of the bed.
Today, I have a comfortable lead in my race against cancer. I am cancer-free. I am a survivor.
Today is National Cancer Survivors Day. Let us rejoice with those who have survived cancer and pray for those who are still in the throes of the battle.
Today we celebrate life.