1 Year Down

I found out this Tuesday that I am officially 1 year free from cancer.  Honestly it wasn't the information I was expecting to receive.  My past blood work from the previous month had suspiciously bumped up a little bit.  It was still in the normal range but significant enough to scare the willies out of me.  I spent a month tied up in knots mentally and physically.  (Seriously, if you need a massage therapist, contact me.  I can hook you up with the best!)  Monday I had blood work done.  Early the next day my phone rings and the caller ID was my oncologist.  My heart sank.  It was unusual for them to contact me so quickly with results.  But no!  The CA125 number was the lowest I'd ever had.  Hallelujah!!!!

It's still amazing to me the mental mess cancer causes.  It's like carrying a bomb with a faulty timer across a thick field drenched in molasses. Hmmm... photo shoot idea?  Future plans are overly scrutinized and re-evaluated, anything you commit to is worrisome, and your life becomes a series of ifs.  Don't get me wrong, I'm extremely grateful that my bomb didn't go off this time.  And I AM going to celebrate this odd little anniversary. 

In two weeks I will be in a two person show with Debra Lott at the Living Arts and Science Center in Lexington.  This will be primarily new work continuing the explorations of my brush with mortality from last year's solo show.  I do not intend to forever be the cancer girl of my local art scene, but while the ideas are still flowing, don't piss off the muse right?