Two days ago I got the shock of my life: I have breast cancer. Invasive lobular cancer to be precise.
Seriously, I know God never gives one more than one can handle, but really?
I just received the diagnosis and next week the rollercoaster begins: the MRIs, the chest x-rays, EKG, blood work and piles and piles and piles of insurance forms.
Am I scared? Hell, yes. But I have to get through it, I have too much to live for.
Writing has always been my catharsis, so it will be my refuge here. I think one of the only ways I will get through this is to talk about it, so I will.
I have told most of my friends and my family and I am so blessed a woman to have the most wonderful crew to wrap my heart around.
And I have the love of a very special man, who amazingly seems to handle just about anything with an amazing calm and generosity of spirit.
And so it begins, readers. I do not know how often I will write, but I will tell you my head is so full it is swirling.
I know I am strong, but I know my mettle will be tested.
Will I keep or lose my breast? Will I lose both breasts? I don’t know. But all I do know is that millions of women go through this with grace and dignity and amazing strength. It is a sisterhood I have long admired.
I just did not expect to join it so soon.
Welcome to my journey.
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