Hi to Everyone! I joined SP a couple weeks ago and I've just tonight read posts by many of you. You are me 29 years ago. I was 30 when I was diagnosed with breast cancer, stage 4 by the time I finally had surgery because the doctor told me my lump was a "just a cyst."
At that time there was no protocol for treating breast cancer patients that young, so I guess I was a "guinea pig" of sorts. My message to you -- as corny and cliché as it is: live just one day at a time. Chemo today, but not tomorrow. Radiation today; get through it, then go back tomorrow. Tired today, maybe not so much tomorrow. Hair today, gone tomorrow. No hair today, maybe sprigs tomorrow.
Let people who love you take care of you -- they truly want to; you are not a burden. Through loneliness, fear, and anger, look for joy. It's still there, however fleeting it seems. One day, years from now, I hope you will be writing to a young mom facing an uncertain future, telling her that you are a survivor of several decades. That doctors do find the right formula; that miracles do happen; that this too will pass.
Blessings for brighter days . . .
No magic potions. No fairy dust. No one to push you. No one to do it for you. Just one determined foot in front of the other.
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