I Survived Cancer and I Look Fine
That Doesn’t Mean I Always Feel Fine
I Conquered Cancer
The painting above reminds me that I am strong. I painted it after my mastectomy to remind myself that I was a warrior, a conqueror, and that my cancer was being destroyed.
To people who are not close to me — I seem to live a normal life. I seem active and involved. And, the reality is — I am.
I embrace life — but have to respect my limits.
I recently returned from a two week trip to Europe. I traveled through Hungary, Austria and the Czech Republic and I had a great time. From the photos I posted, it appeared that I saw and did many things. And I did. But the photos don’t tell the whole story — they don’t show the times when I needed to take a few hours or a day off to rest.
I didn’t push myself when my body got tired. I’ve learned not to.
When I got back from traveling, I went back to the normal flow of my life. I teach art classes. I write. I paint. I go out with friends. I play D&D. I am involved with my church. I go on dates.
Living in Austin, I try to listen to live music whenever I can.
