Like clockwork, if you are a woman with a voice who happens to be a breast cancer survivor, and who also brushed past ovarian cancer barely (thank you full hysterectomy in 2014 to remove septating cysts and more that initially was postponed due to a major ice storm), and who has had enough Mohs surgeries for skin cancer to feel like Frankenstein’s pincushion, by all means fat shame someone who also spent a decade on Tamoxifen.

This is not the first time this has happened, however. It also happened in 2021…during October. Why am I posting this again on my breast cancer blog? Because it’s still #PinkTober (which I honestly dislike as mentioned before) and now someone not so new and of a similar mindset is targeting me and I am a 13 year breast cancer survivor and I have a right to my opinions, including a woman’s right to choose, which is front and center once again this Presidential election.

A woman’s right to choose what to do with her body can and will reach into breast cancer. Why? Because it’s not like women haven’t found they were pregnant while undergoing breast cancer treatment, or about to. Changing a woman’s right to choose affects breast cancer decisions too. What if you were placed in the position of viable pregnancy or life saving breast cancer treatment? That is a struggle that is very real without adding the added pressure of literally facing the possibility that legally you might have the ability to make decisions removed from you. Look, I don’t know about you but it was hard enough facing I might end up with a complete mastectomy instead of a partial before my breast cancer surgery years ago.

So yeah, this election matters including to breast cancer survivors, which means during #PINKTOBER and #BREASTCACERAWARENESSMONTH I am pointing all of this out and encouraging women from all political persuasions to vote for Kamala Harris. Preserving a woman’s right to choose at it’s most basic is quite simple: it’s preserving YOUR right to choose however is best for YOU. Having your legal right to choose is paramount. I mean it begs the question of if these types of political aberrations even think women should vote?

Anyway, this group I refer to as Twatwaffles for Trump are actually Moms for Liberty and Moms for America is just another (earlier and older including age-wise) version. Stepford Wives for Totalitarianism, the worst kind of group think, essentially a loud obnoxious cult. Where I live, they don’t like me. Why is one woman (me) such a threat? I don’t even think about their ridiculousness unless they shove it in my face and once again blame me for the end of humanity. And for what? Simply because I think they are absurd people?

But they do like to target me, and I do not know why they seem to come unglued during October but they always do. So once again they called a jihad out on me. It started in September, but I forgot about it until October.

So she basically is also saying I am fat without saying I am fat as well in her little passive aggressive rant about me just being wrong, bad, etc. Yeah ok, next. I mean what do we expect of women like this? Actual normal behavior? Nope. Just narcissistic nasty hypocrisy. If you aren’t like them, you are against them etc. etc.

They don’t live rent free in my head because most of the time I forget women like this exist because I do not have these types as friends. They also aren’t actual conservatives, they aren’t real Republicans, they are just and assortment of coast to coast nutters under the umbrella of a woman who likes threesomes in Florida, but hey they are all Good Christians, right?

But yeah, body shaming a breast cancer survivor? What’s next a comment about the fact that on my left side I barely have half a breast and that makes me a defective woman?

This one in particular doesn’t like it when you call her out. She projects her behavior on others. I am a predictable and inevitable blogger, like an elementary school playground script, yet she barely gives me a glance? Yet she gave it an @everyone post on social media to get literally everyone in their miserable collective to pay attention?

The bottom line is I still chose not to know these people, and I am good with that. They can live in their echo chambers of hate projecting who and what they are on everyone else….that is what is truly predictable. If you aren’t like them and belong to their psycho Stepford world, (again) you’re bad.

But this was not the end of it. Because I did not cower in the corner this additional magnum opus arrived on social media the other day:

What is one of the things any breast cancer patient and survivor has the most difficult time with? Self-body image. When we look in the mirror, regardless if we have had plastic surgery to give us new breasts, etc we see into our core what breast cancer can do. We have sacrificed pieces of ourselves to just stay alive and be healthy. And that includes the side effects of radiation, chemotherapy, and breast cancer drugs. And I did suffer a lot of side effects and I stuck it out because I wanted to live. I see that as an accomplishment.

I didn’t have chemo, but a post skin cancer reconstruction surgery on the back of my head last year gave me a very good idea what it is like to lose hair. I had the back of my head shaved out for surgery. (This was last October close to this time.) I still remember being not so long out of post-op and I had just woken up out of anesthesia and they wanted me to try to get up and use the bathroom, etc. That part was ok, but then I decided to wash my hands and pat cold water on my face. I did not have my glasses on, and as I was looking in the mirror, I started to see clumps of hair falling the ground.

I literally swayed.

I had forgotten about that part of the surgery as I was waking up. I literally thought in my post anesthesia brain “Wow, this is what it is like for women who have chemo.” It was surreal. I also must have paused longer than I thought because the nurses started knocking on the door, afraid I had passed out or something.

I still very much remember that feeling a year later. I have very good hair, thick hair, so I am lucky it has mostly grown back, although it is still shorter underneath. But as a breast cancer survivor it gave me added perspective into other feelings I had never really explored because until now I had been spared them.

My eyes have suffered because of a decade on Tamoxifen as well as my waistline. I have always been honest about that. I am growing cataracts that make it unable for me to drive at night. My weight has been a struggle. It was just an average nuisance before breast cancer, even though I grew up with an appearance obsessed mother. A couple of years off of Tamoxifen, the drug-caused puffiness and swelling has gone, some weight has been lost, and time will tell if I will ever get back to where I was before. But I have made my peace with it and actually don’t inject myself with Ozempic. I am not pre-diabetic and I experienced so many side effects on Tamoxifen that I don’t think that is a choice for me.

Yet this woman who fat shames and body shames also Ozempic shames so is she judging those who do use this drug and drugs like it? I am not a doormat and I am not putting up with some random obnoxious woman I don’t want to play Barbies with body shaming me, let alone telling me how I am supposed to think. Her little group has spent years at this point harassing me on some level, but if I defend myself or anyone else I am then doubly bad? F*ck that, and no thank you.

I understand that part of this woman’s problem and the problems of her particular camp followers and these extremist groups in general is I actually do have peace and know who I am. I chose not to know them or interact with them directly. And that is the way it actually is most of the time.

However, that being said, they choose to try to infiltrate my world occasionally, and for what? Probably because I see them for what they are and know in my core how terrible they are and judgmental and hate filled. They might as well have a mantra of they support liberty and freedom, unless you’re queer, gay, trans, undocumented, Muslim, black, the wrong kind of anything else their pea brains can dream up, don’t look like them or dress like them, or think like them or anything else they think is bad for America. They think freedom of speech and thought and every other inalienable right that our forefathers fought, bled, and died for are subjective.

Our rights are NOT subjective, and neither should our rights be as women. We are as women being bombarded with the crazy Trump ads as well as everything about breast cancer awareness month. So to have someone who is a woman tell you how you are supposed to feel or you are wrong?

So yes, it’s October, and yet again as breast cancer survivor women and men who probably couldn’t emotionally survive it want to tell me how I am supposed to be? Have they met me?

Breast cancer is a club no one asks to join, but it does teach you that you are stronger than you think. And facing your own mortality frees you from all sorts of things, and teaches you much.

So here I am. You don’t have to like me or agree with me. But you don’t get to just come after me continually because I do not share your views.

And another thing: please vote in November like your life and rights depend on it, because they do.