Before that cold March day two years ago when I was diagnosed with cancer, the word care was easy to define. I was a young mom with two kids and a great husband, a full time job, friends, family—and very full days. Care meant getting dinner on the table, spending as much time with the kids as possible, and resting when I could. After my diagnosis, the definition took on many different meanings, it became layered in a ways that I could not have imagined.
For starters, care meant self-preservation. Then, working with my doctor’s at Mass General, I was shown the best examples of medical care, care that was about my cancer, but also about the tricky mental terrain of cancer. The doctors displayed medical care at its very best. During treatment, care was friends and family coming to my rescue on my darkest days. And now care is about self-care each & every day, about listening to my body and doing whatever it takes to stay healthy so I can be around to raise these beautiful kids.