Those Three Words

It seems there is a Blog for everything and everyone these days,  but my reason for starting this Blog is to be different and real about my experiences with breast cancer and share experiences that I personally never heard about with cancer. 

Like fake charities and organizations, prejudice against cancer in the workplace and so much more. Things I never thought existed until experienced it myself.

It is also a story of a girl who loved life and never took herself too seriously because she never believed she was beautiful. Even when she was being wooed by one of the biggest names in Football today and yes even when she met her 80’s Rock band crush and stayed up talking and laughing with him all night. Yes looking back that’s not normal. So yes she was beautiful.

In her twenties her beauty opened many doors which she closed because it wasn’t the attention she wanted because she wanted to work for things herself.

But in reality using the natural gift’s your given isn’t such a bad thing.

No she never believed she was special but looking back now yes she was amazing, beautiful, special and strong and a bright light that attracted attention everywhere she went. Unfortunately, the only one that didn’t see it was her.

I think before I start, my purpose for blogging it’s more important to share more about myself and how my life was before it was changed with those three words.

After getting married on my 30th birthday to a man that swept me off my feet. Not by money or fame but just loving me like no man has ever loved me before. He made me feel safe and I could feel it every time he looked at me. I knew it was a love that could withstand the good and the bad but I had no idea how much bad I had in store for him.

“You have cancer”, the worst three words a doctor can ever say to a patient.

For me hearing it about 2 weeks after my 47th birthday was heartbreaking I wanted to crawl into a ball and just cry like a baby.Here is the beginning of my story and how I heard those words myself.

I remember that day vividly. It was my son’s first day back at school and I promised to take him to Starbucks because for a seventh grader it was a big treat. He just got in the car then phone rang it was my breast surgeon on the phone. She had the results from my in depth ultrasound done in office.

I knew before she spoke it wasn’t going to be the news I wanted to hear. I remember just saying, Hello then I burst out crying like a baby.

She continued to speak those 3 words those 3 dreaded words while I cried outside the car at my son’s school.Trying so hard to control my tears as they rolled down my cheek uncontrollably as I got back in the car to take my son to Starbucks.

It was the worst drive I ever took .He looked at me and asked me what was wrong. It wasn’t time for me to tell him yet. I wasn’t ready to deal with it myself , how could my 12-year-old son be ready he adored me. Telling him I had Cancer on his first day of school.No it wasn’t time.

In the next few weeks I’ll share the rest of my story and get to the reason I felt I needed my own voice. I hope I can share my experiences so others can learn from me Through my happiness heartbreaks and my healing.

My First Blog Post

Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.

— Oscar Wilde.

Welcome to my first blog post. I’m new to blogging, so buckle up and enjoy the ride.

Hmm, where to start? After almost 2 years of being diagnosed with Stage 3 breast cancer, chemotherapy, radiation treatments, and a full mastectomy with reconstruction that went horribly wrong, I just wanted to help other women or even men watching the women they love in their life going through similar experiences. 

I wanted to talk candidly about different subjects that made a huge effect on my treatment and care dealing with my own cancer. 

I wanted to hit those taboo subjects not very often talked about like countless charities and organizations that claim to help women but don’t.

I wanted to let others know how difficult it is to receive anything from these “charities”. How prejudice in the workplace against cancer, yes cancer, really exists.

I’ll be discussing pinkwashing in October, some family members and friends treating you it’s contagious. I understand it being a hard disease to watch others suffer through and sometimes we need help even knowing what to say to a loved one who has been diagnosed or fighting. I also think it’s important to share positivity and what helped me get through my darkest days to help others know they aren’t alone.

I’m also a Licensed Esthetician with a certification in Oncology and would love to support anyone going through radiation and treatments with skincare tips 

I have formed many friendships in the skin care industry and eventually go live giving my subscribers advice and helping answer questions with my professional guests and so so much more. 

Please join me for future posts to look at cancer in a different light. I prefer to get through life with laughter than tears.

So let’s do this blog thing.

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