Dreams do come true!

Where to start?  Tears are so close to the surface thinking of all that I've gone through to get to this point.  I've had readers email me the last few weeks that have nudged me to break my blogging silence for a quick check in.  Writing my book brought me such pain, and such heartache that I had to stop.  My cancer therapist and a teacher, helped me let go of my goal to power through and write it.  PTSD was causing me such sadness that I had to let go of my usual M.O. of soldering through.  

My pain and deep depression that was triggered was around the loss of my fertility, my deep desire to be a Mother. I am happy to write and say, I am now a Mother!! A breastfeeding Mother (on the Left)
To the sweetest, giggly, kind spirited baby.  I am over the moon.  I have found the love of my life in her, and her Father.  

Healing takes time.  My book will take time.  I needed to be a Mother, to find a place of joy, to write it.  There is Hope in the Cancer Journey.  We all find it at different times.  Mine was found as my newborn was brought to my chest for the first time.  In my reclaimed body.  In my reclaimed life.