Life throws a lot of curves. Sometimes it’s a ball into the dirt, sometimes is a slow hanger over the plate that is hit out of the park.
It’d been a while since I have hit a home run.
Since my ocular melanoma diagnosis in 2008 I’ve been thrown a lot of pitches into the dirt – unhittable and with life-changing consequences.
But where you were only has one path and it’s taken you to where you are today.
All the people I know that have woken up one day only to be told the same awful news I received so many years ago have one thing in common: to be counted as a survivor.
Our time may be measured in months or years, but we struggle each and every day and we continue as best we can to keep our “survivor” status.
It is a time in our lives that crosses the need to be strong and independent, and consoled with understanding and compassion. My heart goes out to every person on this road, no matter the cause.
August 2016 will mark 5 years since my enucleation, 8 years since my diagnosis and 13 and a half years since I started this journey.
I’m still at bat.
I have learned that there is no strength in denial. Every year I have my annual tests and every year I come close to giving up. Except this year. 2015 was a watershed moment for me. I found support and caring within my family that I did not notice before (I’m pretty certain it was always there, I was just too blind to see, no pun intended).
I am in a new and loving relationship that provides the normalcy I needed to not feel like a “one-eyed wonder”. Thanks to my awesome prosthetic most people don’t even give my one-sightedness a second thought as it quickly becomes a non-issue for my friends. I try hard to not remind them when I bump into them on the left.
Struggle is a part of life. But it need not take over your life.
I hope that you are not walking with me on this particular journey. But know this: you are not alone.