I think this is true for anyone who has undergone a trauma of some sort. Maybe for others as well.
I know that I see my life as before Cancer and after Cancer. Before I could move past the physical and emotional trauma of cancer, I had to mourn my past life. The woman I was and the one I would no longer be.
This insight came to me not right away but a few years after the surgeries and treatments were done. In a moment of insight, a flash really, I knew that I would never move forward unless I let go of my “before cancer” life.
And I did. I let go. Not in one moment but almost as quick. I am not one to wallow in self-pity. I looked back on what was good in my past and I found ways to hang on to those memories. I kept pictures and other little items that reminded me I was not just a person who’d had cancer. Cancer is only part of who I am.
I look back fondly on the girl/woman I was. She was a fireball. She makes me smile.
But so does the woman I am now. 😊