I’m a pretty positive person. I try to find humor in every situation and I think I have an inner resilience that has served me well. Even when I was a little girl, I was always smiling and happy even though I was not the “picture of health.” I suffered terribly from the croup, had several bouts of pneumonia, ear problems…blah, blah, blah. I was also, EXTREMELY accident-prone. I was the kid who would walk off the top step into mid-air and fall down two flights to the basement floor. I’d walk into the corners of tables, miss the doorway and hit the wall and of course, I was the kid who put her tongue on the frozen railing to see if it actually would stick! I was soooooo bad, that my grandmother sat my Mom down and said “Don’t get too attached to her Marlene, I don’t think she’ll live to see her third birthday!”
Well, Nanny, I’m still here!!!!! And for the most part, I’m still smiling.
I’ve been pretty honest about my journey with breast cancer. I’ve shared the good, the bad and the UGLY. It hasn’t been easy. In fact, it’s been FU#KING hard, but I have been and remain to be, determined to not let this storm break my spirit. It has taken every ounce of energy to do so. Trust me, I am no hero. In fact, most of the time I am one big mess, but I am determined to stay as positive as possible throughout this journey.
It ain’t easy…but I have no choice. The world doesn’t stop just because you get cancer. You still have responsibilities and bills to pay. Life goes on with or without you.