I’m kind of tipsy right now, and that will likely set the tone for this entry.  I apologize in advance for spelling and/or grammatical errors.

Tomorrow is July and I’m just so excited I can hardly stand it.  Tomorrow is the last day of radiation (OMFG) and this is my birthday month as well.  I’ll be 34 this month, and I have never been happier or more grateful to be alive.  This is going to be the best month ever.  I have lots of plans. I’m ready to get started!

I turned in the keys to my old apartment today.  That was a weird feeling.  On the one hand, I will miss it, because I have a lot of great memories there.  It was the first place I ever lived on my own.  It was also the first place where Dave and I were free to be a real couple.  That was nice.  On the other hand, that is where I suffered through chemo, and those are not so good memories.  I’m so happy in the new place.  It’s amazing here.  it’s the nicest place I have ever lived, and the location is just amazing.  This is the perfect place to get my fresh start.  The last year and a half has been extremely difficult, and I’m ready to put it behind me.

In the spirit of moving forward, I have been trying to identify things that make me happy.  I remember how fulfilled I felt when I was volunteering with Big Brothers/Big Sisters during law school.  I decided it was time to do something similar.  I found an organization called Girls On The Run, the purpose of which is to help young girls (elementary and middle school aged) to train for a 5k.  I have signed up to coach for the fall season, and I am extremely excited about it.  So I get to combine two things I love: making a difference in the lives of young girls and running.  This is a major win!

I’m quite pleased with how quickly my skin is healing.  It still kind of hurts, definitely itches, and there is much peeling, but I can tell it’s all going to be okay.  That is all I ever wanted.  I’m pleased that it appears that I will have the peace of mind that comes with knowing I threw everything I had at cancer, without sacrificing good skin and reconstruction.  Thank fucking god.  My biggest fear was losing my expander, and that didn’t happen.  I’m so grateful. 

I know I’ll never be the same Jennifer I was before November 1, 2012, but I think I can be an even better version of her, and that makes me so happy.

I’m happy.  Finally.