I received a Birads 1 Category yesterday. Of the 4 years that we've been monitoring my condition, this was a first time for me. I once received a Birads 2 but it often has been a Birads 3 category. And I thought that merits an entry here. BECAUSE even if they are never an indication that I am truly cured or that I am cancer-free, they give me more hope. Hope is something bankable for me. Something I can live with day in and out.
Yesterday, while talking to my surgeon (who sometimes also ends up as my psychiatrist), I asked this long-time nagging question:
"has there been anyone else after me?"
"yes, there were a couple. but of malignant nature? none after you"
I am that rare. Sometimes that realization is just overwhelming to bear. But I have to live with it. I am sure though that there has to be somebody else before me (if not after me). Someday, I hope to meet that somebody and exchange stories of our own amazing journeys. Hopefully, not anytime soon. As I would rather meet that somebody 10 or even 20 years from now. Because that would call for a major celebration, I'm sure (what with two rare people finally crossing paths?). For now, I continue celebrating every waking day. Because life is a gift we all should cherish.