August, 2024: I’m coming up on the tenth anniversary of when I was diagnosed with breast cancer, and nine years since active treatment (surgery, chemo, radiation) ended. Since then I’ve been taking tamoxifen to suppress estrogen in my body because mine was a hormone-sensitive cancer.
In the early months and years, I feared that I would spend the rest of my life constantly aware that I was under the shadow of death in the form of recurrence. But that awareness faded sooner than I’d expected. Perhaps humans aren’t equipped to be constantly considering our own mortality.
Most of the time I didn’t think about cancer anymore. When it came up, I had a rote patter that I would go through: “I had breast cancer x years ago, it’s been x years since active treatment ended, and at the five-year mark it was considered cured.” As my routine checkups dwindled from quarterly to annually, I had fewer reminders.
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