As a breast cancer survivor, I know first-hand the power of art and creative expression…
Last fall, when I was beginning my breast cancer journey and still undergoing lots of tests, I had to endure an MRI-led biopsy. I had a gut feeling that it would turn out alright, which thankfully, it did. But as you can imagine, it was pretty stressful and nerve-wracking.
After it was all over, my husband and I drove down to the Washington Monument. It was a beautiful late fall evening. I couldn’t help but get out of the car and walk around (which probably wasn’t the smartest post-op thing to do). But breathing the fresh air and feeling the cool breeze blow through my hair felt right. There wasn’t any other place I wanted to be except in my hometown of the nation’s capitol walking around the majesty of the monuments and tidal basin. As the wind picked up, I wiped my hair from my face. With sadness, I savored this simple act, knowing my hair was about to fall out in a few days. I knew it would come back in the spring, just like the cherry blossoms but I was still upset to lose such a big part of myself.
As we made our way around the monument, the sun started to set and the sky exploded with vibrant beautiful pink and orange hues. I couldn’t help but be reminded of the words my dad always said whenever we’d see beautiful pink sunsets growing up. He’d say (to my sister and I), “Girls, look at that sunset. It’s going to be a BEAUTIFUL day tomorrow.” And he was always right.
With my last invasive test behind me, I took solace in this amazing sunset. Tomorrow would be a beautiful day and everything was going to be alright.
HI! I’m a Shana, self-proclaimed Media Mixologist, wife, and mom to two little girls. I love to mix up cocktails of crafts, recipes, wellness, family and business with just the right amount of sparkle to help you shine everyday. So, grab a glass, and let’s celebrate the cocktail of life!