Ten years have passed since my breast cancer diagnosis. I am so grateful – almost in a hushed way. I cannot believe two things: that so much time has passed and the number of women who are diagnosed daily. I coach women in the throes of treatment and offer a workshop called When Treatment Ends, but today I think I may be in need of some coaching myself.
Ten years later — where do I put my breast cancer experience? It never defined me but has it been subsumed into my regular life? Was that the goal anyway? Do I need to become more pink about it all?
