Thanks for joining me!
Right, lets put it out there, right from the start. Cancer is S**t !
I make no apologies for being so bold in my language towards it, because that’s exactly how it is. And sometimes I think it’s best to just hear yourself say it. Say it out loud, or scream it from the depths of your very being. Either way, own it. Say it, and jump all over it knowing that from here on in you are back in the driving seat. You may have a Cancer Diagnosis, but you don’t have to let it define you.I was 41 when I was diagnosed with Invasive Lobular Breast Cancer – grade 2, with one Lymph node involved for good measure. My Oncologist told me on our first date that I would need six months of Chemotherapy, Surgery, Radiotherapy and a plethora of medication for years beyond in order to stay alive. Oh, and by the way throughout treatment I wasn’t going to be able to look after my children as I was used to, I would lose all my hair, I would be very unwell and I would lose my finger nails. Now I don’t know about you, but that’s quite a lot of information for a girl to digest in one go, and without a bottle of wine to chat it over nicely with?! It was Valentines day after all!!!
And so that’s where my story begins. Happy Valentines Day 2018 – Have Breast Cancer instead of a bunch of roses!
Fast forward to almost a year, and I am still very much alive to tell the tale. And it is very much a tale of my life. My experiences, who helped me, what helped me, how I helped myself and where it has all led to now.
I know there will be hundreds of blogs out there. I don’t propose to be any better than anyone else. Far from it. I just hope that perhaps in some (even very small) way I can try and inspire and encourage others going through the same thing. It’s a S**t storm. But if you’ve got a sense of humour – which was one of my biggest coping mechanisms – then you can and will ride it out.
Big Booby Love
P.s – This is me trying my wig on !!
“Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter”. — Izaak Walton