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Publisher: Mackenzie Crowne
ISBN-10: B009AEU4WG
Pages: 47
Copyright: Sept 12, 2012
Price: $2.99 (eBook)
A survivor's guide to navigating the breast cancer abyss with humor and hope.
Excerpt
Cancer.
Though it’s not a four-letter word, it sure conjures up a lot of them. I can’t tell you the first word that popped into my mind, and out of my mouth, when I received the call diagnosing me with breast cancer — it’s a bad word, my mother would be horrified. I can tell you it wasn’t Woopie!
Crap. That’s like six letters. Sorry.
Many other four-letter words quickly joined that first, shocked sentiment. Fear, Sick, Pain, Loss, Hell, Dead... You get the drift. If you’re reading this and you’ve received a similar diagnosis, I don’t want to scare you. You’re scared enough already and have probably experienced many of these words yourself, but though your fears are justified, I can share one four-letter word that trumps all the others.
Hope.
Okay, so it took me a little while to get from those nasty words to that one, but I did get there. It’s been five years since I took that phone call. I’m no longer the same woman I was that day, however, that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Sure, I faced some truly crappy stuff, but I also learned a lot about myself in the process. Let me tell you, living like you are dying has some unexpected benefits — once you get past the ‘holy shit’ factor.
To do that, I needed to get through the first few weeks. They passed in a haze of doctor’s appointments and terror. During that time, I met the first of many strangers who claimed to be breast cancer survivors.
I remember being jolted by the very concept. Here was a woman who had been where I currently was, and yet she seemed so confident and upbeat, almost serene. Her attitude made no sense to me. Honestly, I thought she was a nut job. I certainly didn’t feel like a survivor. Instead, I felt like a victim.
Suddenly, everywhere I looked were pink ribbons and survivors. They came out of the woodwork like members of a secret society, calling to me to enter into the fold. But I didn’t feel I belonged. I wasn’t anything like those women. They danced, victorious on the other side of an abyss, while I staggered under quiet disbelief.
A wise person once said, Life happens. It’s time to pull on your big girl panties and deal with it.
Big girl panties in place, I took those first, staggering steps toward survival. Five years later, I am cancer free and somehow, during those life-altering years, I managed to navigate the abyss to join the survivors waiting for me on the other side. The following pages are my personal observations on my odyssey.
I am a survivor. You can be too. Victory is ours.
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