BC = Before Cancer
AD= After Diagnosis
Here we are — two years later. Granted, the anniversary if VB’s first seizure that began our cancer journey is the 18th — but when a life-altering event takes place on a holiday, it’s easy to assign value to the day, not the date.
Recently, things have happened that are too good to be true. First — and most important — Vampmommy got a job! As some of you many know, her gainful employment was one of the sacrifices we accepted to be able to engage in the needed battle. However, with the battle behind us, VM overcame the current state of the economy and landed what should be considered the perfect gig — that of a Patient Navigator for our local branch of the American Cancer Society. Who better to help cancer patients and families navigate the system then someone who did it as well as she did?
The second moment of wonder came this morning. The day VB had his seizure, the plan for the morning was originally for myself, my dad and my brother to have breakfast at a local Irish Pub. It didn’t happen obviously — and Father’s Day last year was spent largely in the hospital. But today, with the Pogues playing in the background, we gathered at the very spot we had intended to two years ago, and had the breakfast I had been waiting for.
There is more — on the actual date-anniversary of VB’s diagnosis, we will be frolicking on the beach in our first vacation as a family ever. There are also other things “afoot” that can’t be spoken of yet, but promise to push us closer to a stability that has seemed foreign to us.
All of this is leading to something I’m no longer used to thinking about — the future. Do we dare dream again? Do we finally take our eyes off what’s right in front of us, and look instead to the horizon?
Here’s to leaving behind, looking ahead, and dreaming once again. Happy Father’s Day to my fellow Daddy-Bloggers!