After Robin went in to have her lump checked, she focused on a series of “lasts.” The last evening playing with her toddler twins before she knew the test results. The last crazy night with friends. The last hair appointment. The last day of work. The last “healthy” weekend, jammed with way too many things. The last meal before chemo.
But soon enough, Robin started to celebrate “firsts.” The first time she flew kites with the twins. The first time they all went mini-golfing as a family. The first time she took the sides off their cribs and let them experiment with nighttime freedom. The first day of preschool.
With young children, it seems like there’s something new every day. Life with cancer hasn’t been easy, but before you know it, it’ll be time for that first champagne toast after kicking cancer.
Forward. Finally. Here’s to firsts. And showing cancer who’s really the boss.