I have a bright pink sticker on my car that says, “Fight Like A Girl”. I think it describes my cancer experience – and my life since – better than anything else I’ve ever seen. Sometimes I fight with force and bravado and fists in the air, but sometimes I fight by being soft and flexible and letting myself cry in front of people. Strength comes in many forms – I’m strong enough to kill anyone who tries to hurt my children with my bare hands (keep that in mind). I’m also strong enough to walk into a chemotherapy infusion room and sit in that chair – 20 times. I’m strong enough to lift my sleeping 8-year-old off of the couch and carry him to bed, and I’m strong enough to tell my friends how much I love them every day.
My journey has been a crazy one, and that doesn’t look to change anytime soon. Sometimes I share too much, sometimes I process, and sometimes I just rant and ramble until somehow it all makes sense. Or at least enough sense for me to get out of my head and get on with my day. That’s what this site and this blog is for – the process of finding a new normal, and navigating this crazy world.
Thank you for joining me 🙂