Explaining a cancer diagnosis to children is never easy but it is necessary to help them cope with the current and future changes ahead.
Everyone said it was the “best time” to be sick because he was too young to remember but I would watch him play until he got sad and would then ask me to play and I would have to remind him that Mama was sick.
For me, 2021 was about healing from the inside out to start living the magical life I deserve.
There is space for those who want children, those who want children and can’t have them, and those who unequivocally know that parenthood isn’t for them. What about those of us who are right in the middle?
Every year parents struggle to hold back tears as they drop off their children for their first day of kindergarten. The truth is, it’s harder for us parents than it is for the kids, but what about the moms who have survived breast cancer
My hope in sharing my story is to offer encouragement and remind others that we can get through the hardest of days.
After lots of grounding and affirming, I had to fix my crown and remember who I am and whose I am!
Breast cancer literally and figuratively cut me down and built me up. It forced me to see the “real” directly in front of my eyes, not the things my mind made up for me to see.
We need to knock and kick down every door possible to let politicians know that this is unacceptable. Money does not need to be spent on making people aware of cancer – we do not need sunglasses and pop sockets and hats and pins.
We need research that produces real results!
IBC is real and it doesn’t always appear like a typical breast cancer diagnosis. Pain, swelling, discoloration, change in appearance are all a part of IBC. If any doctor tells you that breast cancer doesn’t hurt, that’s a lie.
