the scar project
This other morning I was in the grocery store and I ran into another survivor. I thought to myself "Gee here she is just living her life" "Here I am just living............it's almost unreal." Some days I bitch and moan and carry on with my usual stuff..........you would think I would be the happiest person on the planet, but how quick we forget. Then it hit me~ I had a disease that was slowly killing my body! Cancer was going to be my death; a death I for sure NEVER wanted. Heart attack during my sleep- awesome, but to know I had cancer and was going to die- NEVER. When I would think about death the only good I could get from a cancer death is that they had time to prepare others, but I pictured that death like trying to scratch your way out of coffin as they slowly covered it with dirt. I scared my self thinking that cancer may end up being my way. And then I wasn't scared.....as much as I want to go back to my life BEFORE, where I was clueless and happy..........I'm not so scared............I'm not so scared. I've grown a bit. I love God so much and I love everyone who pulled the cancer off me. I wanna live my life as a good happy person in honor of all the people who SAVED my LIFE.
CANCER KILLS plain and simple.
BUT-YES my priests, nuns, parents, husband, son, and all the rest of my big family, my sweet breast cancer sisters, friends, that little church in Port Crane, my doctor, my surgeon, my oncologist, my radiologist, my nurses they SAVED MY LIFE! Wow...the love they've shared can still be felt today and sure pushes away a lot of the bad feelings.