I raise a toast – a toast to you.  I know we would have done the same thing had you been here, Mom and Dad.  It never gets old.  I guess some of my life’s defining moments are marked by a toast. And this one is no different.  If only you could be here to share this one with me – –

“I guess you are one of the lucky ones, Stacey”, said Dr. Singh to me this morning after my monthly check-up.  Imagine, my CA-125 level has dropped again!  You would have never guessed two years ago that I would be celebrating good health.  I am diseased, but in good health. Imagine.  Modern medicine is incredible.  The people who work in this field are miracle workers.  Not to mention those who have supported me through this very long battle against ovarian cancer.  My family, my friends.  I am blessed.  There is no other way to describe it.

Still, I think, how odd it is to consider myself lucky while still living with stage four cancer.  But it is so very real.  I do feel lucky. I am alive.  Every day I celebrate the morning. Nothing has to happen to make the day extraordinary. It just is anyhow.  It is a day.  A day that I didn’t think I’d have.  A snow day at home with David, a visit from my daughter while I am playing Candy Crush upstairs in my bed to rest, a text from Ben from Thunder Bay.  These are all such ordinary and special moments.

“Oh, thank God.”  A text from my sister in law.  I am being thought of in the deep south of Texas.  How lucky am I?  “I didn’t know whether to text or not.. but was sitting on pins and needles for you.”

“Yahoo!  Oh, wow!  Amazing.”  Words from friends and family.

Flowers from my hubby to say – well done.  You’ve put up a good fight, Stacey!  (Okay – not yet, but this may serve as a friendly reminder, after-all)

We would have sat in the family room; Dad in his pink chair, Mom in hers, and I on the sofa.  We would have marveled that we came through once again, as we always did.  We celebrated life.  I guess it is in my blood.  We would have cheered, “sante!” (health).  I guess we did that more often than not as my parents were in an out of hospital during the last few “golden years” of their lives.  I do miss them.  There is likely still not a day that goes by that I don’t miss them.  Funny how time heals, but does not let one forget.

So, here I sit, waiting for Kevin to come home from work to entice him to toast life with me.   “Sante!” I will say.  And we will clink glasses to toast a life that we didn’t think would otherwise have happened.

And then – tomorrow will happen and I will remember… once again.




About inmycorner

This blog began as an opportunity to tell my Dad's stories. I sat with him and the computer and together we told stories. It was a wonderful way to get to know Dad. He was 9. He and Mom had a wonderful life together and since she passed away a year and a half before him - Dad was ready to join her. I no longer tell his stories but have found stories of my own. The impetus to resume this blog was the discovery that I had stage 4 ovarian cancer. Since blogging had been so therapeutic for my dad and I to get through our grief, I felt maybe this would be a good outlet to process my situation. I also hoped it may serve as an outreach to anyone else who is facing this very ominous journey. So far, so good.
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13 Responses to Cheers!

  1. Gwen says:

    Amazing news!!! I will raise my cup of coffee in celebration! (and a glass of water too). Best news this week – and that’s saying a lot in a week of back-to-back snow days! (Although I did venture into work, thanks to a ride with a colleague).

  2. Judy says:

    Just reading this made me want to jump up and cheer. That’s wonderful news, Stacey! I couldn’t be happier for you. Such a great way to start off 2017!!!

  3. SLAINTE!!!!!!

    Well done Stacey The Warrior!!!!!! ❤

  4. karen markovic says:

    Congratulations……cancer schmancer! Happy for you! I thought of you the other day. Four years ago I was introduced to a series of books by Vladimir Megre called The Ringing Cedars Series. I started to read them and then life took over. A few weeks ago someone mentioned them to me and I thought ” hmm I think I need to finish reading these books” and so now on these cold winter nights this is what I shall do. The reason I mention them is because I do believe I read somewhere that you are of Russian descent….and the story takes place in Russia (specifically Siberia). You may find them interesting…as they are based on a true story! It is also helping me to wake up to another level of consciousness….sending you many well wishes. So glad all is well…hugs!

  5. Gallivanta says:

    A resounding CHEER from me. All that gagging and pill swallowing , and darn hard work have paid off. 🙂

  6. Dawna speers says:

    Stacey, I have not the words to express how happy I am for you and your family. Congratulations

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