My Boob-Voyage: No Respect

Crappy cancer has no respect.

Cancer has one purpose, to destroy the host, no matter who that host is – and many times, it succeeds. It doesn't care whether you are rich or poor, male or female, (men can get breast cancer too) or what color your skin is.

There is so much crap that goes along with cancer that people who have not been there do not understand . . . . . cancer is cancer, and it's crappy.

Crappy cancer will forever be a part of my life. Just simple checkups will put worry in my head and fear in my heart because crappy cancer shows no respect. No matter what type we have, it's important that we share each other’s story and help each other through this unforgiving disease.

So I blog. It helps me and I pray it will help others. It's always gonna be there because crappy cancer shows no respect.Crappy cancer doesn't care that I have Fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue.

Crappy cancer doesn't care that my irritable bowel balks at the prescription drugs. I'm having a fibro flare-up due to lack of sleep and pain from the surgery, therefore my pain is magnified. Stupid crappy cancer.

And I just broke a tooth and lost a filling. . . . . give me a break!!!

How I feel today

This is not a pity party. I'm just keeping it real. I'm not just dealing with one disease here and so I'm fighting in a war as a soldier I didn't ask to be a part of. Pain is exhausting. I'm exhausted. But I'm reclining in the chair and looking for humor. . . . . and of course some sarcasm to get through this day.

A nurse told me that as the years go by it becomes a more distant memory. Really? I hope I NEVER forget this crappy cancer. It's been difficult, painful, stressful and exhausting. It has changed me. . . . . .and not just my physical appearance! It has changed my outlook on life. It's changed the way I pray. I want to be thankful every day that I am actually alive and breathing. . . . . for others who've lost this battle with crappy cancer.

I'm told I'm 'lucky' that we caught it early and that I'm 'lucky' I'll be well enough to enjoy the holidays. Lucky? Really? There's no luck in cancer. It doesn't respect people. I'm not lucky at all. I got crappy cancer and lost my TaTa's. I'll spend the next 5 years taking a hormone blocker and seeing an oncologist.

However, I am blessed! I'm glad that I found the lump and it was in its earlier stages. I am blessed that I had a team of Christians caring for me. I'm blessed that I have a faithful and helping hubster who loves ME and not my boobs. I'm blessed that my strength, hope and courage were poured about my head by my Savior. I am not lucky, but I'm blessed because I know that Tomorrow is going to be better and the day after that will be even better.
I'm not letting this crappy cancer kick my butt, but my FOOBS hurt!