Carrots

Everyone needs a carrot. That’s what my Aunty Cheryl (on Nik’s side) says. Cheryl is an amazing woman for many reasons. But just one of them is that she is a breast cancer survivor.

When I was diagnosed, Cheryl told me to keep my eye on the carrot. You know, that goal or aim dangling out in front of you that you need to strive for.

I’ve already chomped my way through a few carrots. And I’ve got a few more in the vegie crisper waiting for me.

The Mother’s Day Classic Race is one of my next ones. It’s about six weeks away and I’m really looking forward to it.

The one after that falls only a week later. Nik’s and my cousin, Emma is getting married and we are going to the wedding. A party. Something to celebrate. It means I’ll get to buy a new dress. Perhaps not very exciting for some, but I haven’t really dressed up since being diagnosed. I haven’t bought any new clothes either. I’m both nervous and excited about getting a new frock, as my body has changed since I last bought clothes. Plus, by then, I’m going to have hair! It’ll be short, but I don’t care – it means that my ears won’t be pinned to my head under my scarf all day! True, small things, but they’re still carrots to me.

And as I munch through these couple of carrots, I’ll be sure to plant a few more.