Wednesday, February 15, 2012
I don't usually give in to sentimentality or to the personal overshare but I'm making an exception for today, which marks the ten year anniversary of the day I was diagnosed with leukemia. The day I was diagnosed made me anxious for the day when life would "return to normal." While life has returned to normal in many big ways, it is completely different in all the small ways. I find it impossible to take beautiful moments and even difficult ones for granted now, because I am reminded of what I've fought through to make it there. So even when I am crying on the steps of the Library of Congress about my dissertation chapter, I am always also thinking, "What a blessing to be alive and to have the luxury to cry about this!" Today I feel so happy to be healthy and long-of-hair; I feel deeply indebted to my parents who sacrificed so much of their own lives in the pursuit of my wellness; and most of all, I am grateful just to be alive, and to experience all the goodness and all the hardships that come with it.