This week I get back out into the startup community with a conference for women in tech out here in SV. I’ve been out prior to getting cancer earlier this year just trying to catch my breath and discover my next steps. I do know there will be lots to be mined from the cancer experience and the other challenges I’ve faced.
It has been 2 months since my surgery and I’m feeling stronger each day. It really takes a toll on your body, but it takes an even greater a toll on your head. The obvious one would be fear of what’s next, but the one that keeps showing up for me is ‘what does it mean to me?’
All of my questions are intermingled with gratitude and ‘thank heavens it worked out okay’, but I still keep wondering. I suppose it’s a form of the question most people ask ‘why me?’, but that question does not come up for me. I got the cancer, so why bother asking a question that has no impact on me or my future? Instead I find myself asking the question ‘what does it mean to me’ as I move forward.
This weekend I went hiking. It was on a trail I was familiar with and we were able to coordinate with friends. Good times for all, particularly since one was an expert on wild flowers. Lots of stops up the hill to ask questions and learn. I think the hike was harder on me than a 30 mile bike ride.
Along with stiffness from the hike yesterday I encountered lots of wonderfully fragrant flowering trees on my morning walk. These days I’m storing fragrant memories for the rest of the year!
