The diagnosis arrived the afternoon before my 30th high school reunion…which was not the most opportune time to find out I had breast cancer. (Not that there is an opportune time )

So I have been through the weekend and have already begun to notice that some people have a hard time with my decision to be open about it, talk about it, and even if the spirit moves me – make slightly shall we say off color remarks about this.  After all, it is my body, my life, and if I can’t laugh and do what I have to do to stay positive, how the hell do I avoid run on sentances and get through this?

One of my friends from high school said to another friend something to the extent of was I was o.k. because I was just sort of out there with the news.  He smiled and said “she is going to be about this like everything else – herself.”

Mind you I have already had some moments that are a little weepy, because face it, this is as scary as shit.  But truthfully, I don’t know how else to process this other than to be myself.  That and try and keep the little voice out of my head that is a little raw, a lot emotional and wonders if I will be ugly and scarred when this is all over with.

But I think I would rather have a few scars and be alive.

This is a bit of a ramble, but I expect that is what this blog will be a bit of …a ramble…I have a lot of thoughts running around unattended in this brain of mine.

Prognosis for the day: I am good. Smile.

About carla

Writer, blogger, photographer, breast cancer survivor. I write about whatever strikes my fancy as I meander through life.
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1 Response to processing…

  1. Linda Taylor says:

    So glad you are doing this. The only way to get through is the way that works for you. Love you and any time…

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