New Hair and an Old Eye

It has been 9 year since I had been diagnosed with cancer. It is a strange thought, one that does not cross my mind often. I was thinking about this because I was taking photo of my new hair-do and my "weird eye" (as I lovingly call it) popped out in the photo. It was the week before thanksgiving of my 13th grade year. Happening so fast, it was as if it never even happened. I believe that is why I do not really think of myself as ever having cancer, or being a "cancer survivor". I feel blessed, not because of why most cancer survivors feel blessed, to have lived through and SURVIVED, but because of my battle scars so speak, I am able to literally see the world differently from other people. This has helped me to have a different type of discussion with others. I can tell who is looking in my eyes for the first time because they always ask, or say, what is in your eye, or wow you have neat eyes. When someone looks you in the eye, you can look them back, and that is a connection greater than any words.

I decided to change my hair, it is a little shorter, and a lot brighter. I needed a change, a change to make me feel fresh and vibrant. So as hopefully these feelings will carrying into other aspects of my life.