As I sat there satiating my taste buds with bite after bite of raw fish it slowly began to sink in. I was done. I moved from "I have breast cancer" to "I am a survivor". Sushi symbolized the end after a four month doctor imposed moratorium on raw fish. No more chemo. No more cancer. I am well.
My sweetie was there that pitiful day I heard those three little words "you've got cancer". His arms held me. He was my strength whispering in my ear that everything would be OK while I cried. He will always be my strength when I am scared. I will always hear his voice and know that everything will be OK.
After what seemed like a lifetime in one moment and a minute in the next, we celebrated its finality. Together over spicy tuna and salmon nigiri. The only thing left to do was smile.
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