10.11.18 – 6 years later.

6 years later. It seems long, but not distant. Does that make sense? The pain memory has faded, but the muscle memory holds it all. Strange, isn’t it?

6 years later and I find myself in another conference room. On this particular morning, I don’t receive a call from Dr. Huo (thank God!), instead, this conference room is where I busily work away at my new job as a People Partner at a cool company, working with, and supporting, really smart and motivated people. I feel really happy on this particular 10.11.

4 weeks ago I started a new chapter and went back to work. The adjustment hasn’t been that bad. Paul’s been a great support and has taken on a lot more kiddo duty so that I can ramp up. I really love working and I think I’m doing a good job keeping it all in perspective and maintaining balance in my life between the kids, the hubs and self care time. That said, I’m only 4 weeks in, so the train has plenty of time to come off the tracks!

In all seriousness though, things are good, really good. Life seems to have reset itself. This will never be something that I forget, that I don’t think about often. In fact, I continue to take cancer booty calls from PAMF on a regular basis. But, it’s sort of become woven into my fabric. My close friend circle is filled with so many BAYS pals. The lines are all blurred and I love that. I love it. It’s who I am now, and I kinda dig the new me.

This is what 6 years later looks like for me – a full head of hair – lots of chaos – never a perfect family photo – and most importantly, crazy fun with Paul, the kiddos and Maisey, Maise…..

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STATS:
6 years
1 amazing hubs
1 amazing Maisey dog (whose namesake is now pretty well known – Maisey Hirono)
2 beautiful, amazing kiddos
1 amazing new job!…..

 

Athleta

Some of you may have noticed my mug in Athleta’s October catalogue 🙂

I wasn’t sure if I was going to post anything about it because the catalogue shoot happened in mid-April before Peter and I landed in the hospital. I can’t tell you how many times I thought about the photoshoot while I lay in the hospital bed willing Peter to stay inside. Part of me felt like an ass for doing it and highlighting my post-cancer pregnancy. Stupid girl, you let your guard down, now this terrible thing has happened — that’s what you get…. (oh, the psychology of it all).

I was so superstitious this summer, it’s not even funny. So I decided to keep mum about it.

Thankfully Peter arrived safely (save this whole jaundice issue we’re currently working through) so I suppose there’s nothing to jinx anymore (though with my luck, I’ve learned to never say never).

Here’s what I can say at this very moment in time: There IS bold, beautiful, messy and joyful life in the wake of cancer. Yay!

As always, please think before you pink…….


Here’s a link to the current Chi Blog post about the photoshoot. There may be another post about me at some point in October. I exchanged emails with their social media person while I was in the hospital. I’m a little afraid my comments were incoherent since I was so preoccupied with bed rest and all things pre-term-labor-related. If they happen to post something I’ll be sure to link to it here for you.