In the fall of 2024 I was diagnosed with early stage breast cancer. The probability that the biopsy would be cancerous had been low, but I lost the odds and found myself in the twilight zone of having the big "C". The unreality of my diagnosis rocked my normally cheerful soul to the core. If it happened once, it could happen again.
Although my cancer was successfully treated, if it returns, it likely will come back as Stage 4 brain or bone cancer - a death sentence. While this outcome is fairly unlikely and, rationally, should not not worry me, the threat is an always present specter haunting my psyche. I have come face-to-face with my mortality. Are cancer cells slowly invading my body undetected?
I have paired a quote from Shakespeare's "Macbeth" with each image in order to further illustrate my new reality.
November 2024