Two days ago I got the shock of my life:  I have breast cancer.  Invasive lobular cancer to be precise. 

Wow.

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.

Thanks for stopping by.