It’s October. I always feel nervous energy when October approaches. I gave this some thought and realized that October is a very significant month for me. It’s one of my favorite times of the year as the Central Texas summer heat begins to fade. Everyone is giddy, including squirrels, dogs and children. It feels like the month when we finally move past our summer fun hangover and pick up our tempo for school, work, and other life commitments. It’s the month of my lovely Mother’s birthday. It’s become the month for my favorite Austin festival, Austin City Limits. But it was also in October that two of our dogs, in separate years, passed away.
This month also happens to Breast Cancer Awareness month. And, as fate would have it, in October of 2009, I first discovered a lump under my arm. That November a biopsy confirmed my deepest fear, just before my 43rd birthday. Breast cancer, Stage III. This diagnosis led me to an intense medical regimen complete with chemotherapy and antibody infusions, a radical single-mastectomy, and extensive radiation therapy for the better part of a year. It also led me on a miraculous, personal journey—a journey that I’m still on. Read More