I haven’t written for a while…I guess I’m ready to move on to the next phase. I feel better since the chemo is finished…my hair is coming back (YAY Mane & Tail shampoo!!) I see the radiologist tomorrow then I’ll go from there. I’m wondering how much having cancer has changed me…has it become the definition of who I am? My aunt passed away this week and at the dinner after the funeral, family and friends kept coming to see how I was almost shocked that I was alive. It was as if they couldn’t imagine that I was truly doing well, that it was all an act and I would die at any moment. This unnerved me a bit…I realize my family is mostly doom and gloom…they live and believe that true happiness doesn’t come in this life but in the next and that’s fine…that’s their belief and I respect that…however, it is not mine.  I believe that my doctor removed all of the tumor and the lymph nodes that were cancerous and I believe that their treatment for me killed any other cancer cells growing and I believe that at this point in my life I am cancer free! Yes, I will die someday, but not yet…it’s not my time. I guess my question is this…will they always look at me expectant for the horror of cancer to return…will I ever just be me again or will the cancer label always be there? I’m proud that I’m a cancer survivor, but do I always have to talk about it…is that the path my life will take now?  Just a thought…