I had breast cancer.
I was diagnosed with #sexybreastcancer in the fall of 2013 to go on to have 6 surgeries within a 3 year period which included the ubiquitous double mastectomy, chemo, radiation, oophorectomy, and blah, blah, blah.
I spent a little over 2 years battling the disease at home, then slowly jumped back into the game in 2016. And by the game I mean juggling motherhood, being a caregiver for my then husband still healing from a stage 3 cancer diagnosis, and my professional career.
During my 14 year long marriage, our cancers hit six years apart, his first at 34, then mine at 40. We divorced almost 4 years ago and I’m happy to say we are both well, and raising our two precious humans the best we can while navigating our new unchartered territory.
CANCER has been heavily on my MIND since 2007… the photo below was taken in 2007 just as I was settling in as my family was complete.
Let’s not get things twisted – this blog is not a pity party, rather it’s simply to help others out there in the universe…
Invasive Ductal Carcinoma, Stage 3, Grade 3 (most aggressive, 1 being least), Estrogen and Progesterone positive, HER2 negative, and number of cancerous lymph nodes detected and removed: 2.
I don’t want to be defined by my cancer diagnosis nor any other any other labels.
However, I do want to share with people what I’ve been through and still going through.
And what I’ve discovered along the way is that life is a delicate dance of showing up, presenting yourself to the world the best you can, being generous and kind with others, and even MORE importantly with yourself. Or not showing up at all… that’s called the cancer card… and no I don’t use it… but if you want to go ahead – YOU HAVE CANCER!
Our stories are our gold and they are important to share for healing.
Am I scared? Hell yes I’m scared! I think about cancer everyday – but I try to always have a positive outlook, embrace yesterday, today and tomorrow knowing that the universe has a way of taking care of things in it’s own time.
Some days I feel like I’m living in an inescapable ‘twilight zone’ state, most days really but I’m good at being ‘fine’. Reality has been permanently warped for me so I just go with the flow.
And I beg of you please don’t f*ck with my flow!
Sarcasm is my best friend, especially when writing about #sexybreastcancer. If you want to start from the beginning my first post is called 5.1 centimeters, or if you want to hear how I discovered the cancer my second post is called you gotta be cool. Happy reading and I hope it helps someone out there 🙂