Changing

I find myself changing in so many ways. I wonder if my friends can see it. Of course there are the obvious physical changes. From my signature long, blonde, curly hair, to peach fuzz and from DD to nothing...those are obvious changes and you would have to be blind not to notice them! Some are more subtle--the lumps under my arms, near my back where the incisions have pushed tissue together in an unnatural way. The swelling that is subtle, but annoying. The gnarly incisions that sometimes peek out of the top of my shirt. The mastectomy camis (that are so unfashionable) that I wear to house my drains (and those drains that hang around my midsection. I'm having a harder time with the physical changes than I had anticipated. Perhaps because before I would have had Gessner by my said tell me that he loves me know matter what and that I am beautiful to him. I'd have a hard time thinking that even he could find this mess attractive, but would take solace in knowing the his love for me was unconditional. I do wonder if he saw me on the street today if he would recognize me. My hope is that my face was so ingrained in his memory that he could never forget me. But at the same time, I feel so disfigured that I don't how anyone could look at me with love.

Before I really didn't care much about how I looked. I wore clothes that were comfortable and go the job done, but really didn't think in terms of fashion. Now I am obsessed with fashion and want to be stylish--in my own quirky way. I yearn to have a sense of style all my own and own clothes that fit that style and that fit me--the real me, not just the physical me, but the essence of me. Perhaps it is because I never really had time to think about this before or because I always thought that it was a bit self-centered and vain that I didn't do this year ago. But for whatever reason, I long to find my style and own it. The irony, of course, is that I look worse than I ever have and so the chances of me actually achieving any of this are slim to none.

There is also a part of me that wants me than I have ever wanted before. I think that deep down I wanted these things when Gess was alive, but my need to care for him overrode those wants. Some of the wants we shared, but I think that we both knew that they would never come true. We knew that we were dreaming beyond Gessner's lifetime, but there was some comfort in that. I wanted to believe that we would be old, sitting on rocking chairs on our porch together so much. A times I think that I thought that if I believed it enough it would come true. But of course, deep down I knew that it wouldn't come true. But now, the world is open to me. Or, at least the world was open to me before my cancer diagnosis. I am not sure how I should feel about this one--if I should just assume that the cancer is a bum in the road and I will be able to go on with my life as soon as I get through these hoops or if I should believe that I am not going to make it and put my affairs in order?

Part of me wants to make a big move--do something BIG and take a chance. While another part of me wants to find a corporate job and maybe get on the partner track and finish what I started.

I am so young and have so much life ahead of me--assuming that cancer doesn't take me out--and I feel such heavy responsibility for the decisions that I will be making in the coming months. Cancer will eventually finished with me--with me being in remission or dead--and I need to prepare for that. I need to try to figure out what my next steps are going to be. But honestly, I don't know how. I am so used to having another person to help me make big decisions and to be my cheerleader once those decisions had been made. Gessner was an amazing cheerleader. I still remember the look on his face when I got the phone call about my first job as an attorney. He looked like a guy on a game show who had just won the biggest prize with his eyes wide open and is mouth agape in an amazing smile. His arms were wide open, waiting to embrace me and I think that he may have even jumped up a little. Right in the middle of the eye glasses store. Now I am on my own and have to cheer for myself. I know that true validation needs to come from inside, but it certainly does help to have someone on the outside to help you along.

Big changes are coming and I'm very scared. I feel like a failure in life and that I am floating around with no life vest.