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    • Day 1: I got the news >
      • Day 2: Those crazy 4 men
      • Day 3: Chemo: What a wonderful time of the year
      • Day 4: Bald
      • Day 5: Seroma, hematoma, fudgicles...I am swollen!
      • Day 6: I feel pretty, oh so pretty!
    • Day 7: Weary and tired! >
      • Day 8: Where did my dreams go and did they get lost in Cancer?
      • Day 9: Germany
      • Day 10: Diversion
      • Day 11: Duke
      • Day 12: Did I ever tell you waiting rooms suck?
      • Day 13: Did I ever tell you my dad died of CA?
    • Day 14: My best friend’s sister >
      • Day 15: Graduation
      • Day 16: Book club
      • Day 17: Surgery
      • Day 18: What is it about Pittsburgh….?
      • Day 19: Radiation
    • Day 20: Now that the treatment is over >
      • Day 21: Toby,
      • Day 22: Reconstruction or not
      • Day 23: Prosthesis or not?
      • Day 24: Recurrence
      • Day 25: Nothing Special
    • Day 26: What have I learned? >
      • Day 27: Impact- Activist
      • Day 28: New Position
      • Day 29: Life will never feel or look the same.
      • Day 30: Reflections
      • Day 31: I'm here to help
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Day 30: Reflections

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 I am not a good sleeper and occasionally when I do get to sleep and sleep through the night I dream.
I don’t analyze those dreams or thoughts but sometimes something sticks and it stays with me for the day or even longer..  Reflections came to mind during one of those rare moments of sleep.  
As I lay in bed, I could see me looking into a mirror and reflecting on what I am, what I have become and how I got here.
The reflection in the mirror of my image shows the different angles of my perception of myself, my body image, my soul.  I am multifaceted and depending on the angle, there are different things to see.  
I am more than that image and my body is more than just what makes me who I am.  
In the dream it is one of those rare moments you don’t see me laughing, smiling or being the jokester that I often am.  
My dear friend Rich, has chronicled a lot of my journey through his camera lens and when I presented the dream, an idea came to mind that we should capture this moment in time, today, where I am and who I am and what I have become.  There is hope!
The cancer is gone but it is ever present in my mind as I see the reminders of what has transpired- the scars and the trauma my body endured but yet in the simplicity of my bathroom and comfy robe, it is my body and I have recaptured life.  
Dreams come and go but Rich has put through the lens the thoughts that remain and the image that reflects in my mind. If you have walked this walk, you have this too- we are survivors.  
I thank you for sharing my journey and my hope is that in some small way, you have found that you are not alone.  
My reflection is your reflection!
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