A Life in Narration

I don’t need to be good at cancer.… so it’s okay that I don’t know how to do it perfect. It’s okay that I don’t know if I’m doing it right.

I just have to keep practicing. Keep listening. Keep learning.

Because my body tells me so much.

I felt so betrayed the first time I was diagnosed with cancer....

Like my body went rouge.

Then I reconciled with my body. Began to trust it...

and the cancer came back.

Then I fought unbelievable odds for a miraculous survival

Then years later...

I had cancer again. But I truly new this would be it. They would cut my thyroid out and that would be it.

So I thought.

Little did I expect a diagnosis of breast cancer…

nor did I expect the scars to burn years later as the nerves continue to heal.

Little did I think I would lose my hair again.

Little did I expect the symptoms and debilitating pain.

But then I was good.

And I began reconciling with my body... AGAIN.

And then I started to have pain in my ribs. Like excruciating pain.

And I thought NO WAY.

I felt bad getting the tests. I just knew that I must have forgot hurting myself.

My doctor asked if I was in an accident that I forgot about…. ummmmm no.

But nothing and no one could ever have prepared me for this current diagnosis.

And I just freaked. Cause for the first time I thought maybe this is my reality.

Is this my life?

And then I just couldn’t understand it.

It wasn’t a why me it was just why?

And life didn’t stop for me to figure it out.

I quickly had my ribs removed and continued with chemotherapy

It’s okay, because I am a warrior… and there is no way God is finished with me yet… it’s time to write this story.

Oh, and I am halfway finished with my treatment soooooo….. let’s just pray I am miraculously healed, cause why not?

AMEN