When I was diagnosed with Breast Cancer six years ago, something clicked in my head and my heart. Oh em gee…I get a second chance at life! Talk about feeling emotional! I was so grateful for that and I wanted my life to be different. I wanted to only surround myself with things, people or experiences that brought me joy. One of the things I said to my hubster during that time was, “I want a scooter!” Of course I’m sure he thought that was just the crazy Breast Cancer diagnosis talking, but he surprised me anyway with a half day scooter rental date. I should mention I had actually never even been on a scooter up until that point. But I got on and we drove all over the city and it was awwwwwesome! I was hooked!
So we broke out the credit card and bought two scooters! A pink one for me and a black one for him. It was totally spontaneous and I was owning the whole YOLO thing although I don’t even think the word YOLO existed at that point six years ago. lol But I had Cancer and I felt crazy. Crazy awesome! Crazy optimistic about living life and finding joy. So I rode that pink scooter with the matching pink helmet AND matching pink sunglasses and I loved EVERY SINGLE MINUTE OF IT! I even rode it to work at the crack of dawn when I used to host a morning radio show. My husband and I did dinner dates, drove to friends’ houses, drove for no reason…we seriously rode them all.of.the.time.
And then I got pregnant with my just turned four year old daughter. Probably not the best idea to ride a scooter pregnant so off they went into the garage. About a year ago, my hubster broke out the hadn’t-been-driven-in-years-scooters and got them going and off we went on a scooter date. I have to admit, I was a little nervous at first. It had been years since we were on the scooters but once we were out…mannnnn, driving around in the country where we live now…it was incredible. The fresh air, the smell of cut grass, even the smell of cows we passed…it was all just intoxicating. I felt so high on life that I thought I could literally reach up and high-five God in that moment to say thank you for giving me the gift of being a Survivor! Cue the emotional tears! I think it was also because I knew deep down inside that it was the last time I would ride that scooter and I was right. My husband and I made the decision to sell our scooters. It was just time. So recently, a sweet couple with no kids came and bought my pink scooter because the husband had one already. I told her how much joy it brought me and how I hoped the same for her. I was surprised at how emotional I was when I walked back into our house. I realized it wasn’t about the scooter though, it was remembering that I have overcome something. Something big. I didn’t need the scooter anymore because I’m alive! Alive and trying to live a big and joyful life and THAT brings me happiness!
Now it’s now time for someone else to have that pink scooter and get their happy on!
XO Surviving Mommy