When I started radiation in September of last year, I began to think of my time in treatment as though I were a moth, entering my chrysalis era. Meaning, I would eventually emerge from my treatment “shell” and I would emerge as a strong butterfly.
I have definitely been in a bit of a protective layer since I was first diagnosed last August. To think that, in just a few weeks, it will be a year since my craniotomy and diagnosis. To think that I am finally emerging, without even knowing it.
To think that…I survived.
Now, I am ready to fly.
