I didn’t really have any strong inspiration about what to write about this week so instead I did something a little different. I wrote a poem-limerick thing.
One day I found out that my breasts, were going to be chopped off my chest. It was cancer you see, that invaded me, so I knew that the chopping was for the best.
Chemo was hard, and my chest it was scarred, then radiation really made me feel burned. But it was frying the cancer cells deep inside and I was convinced that the tide would soon turn.
My head had no hair and I honestly didn’t care because there were many worse things than hair loss. I covered my head with hats that were cute because itchy wigs and slippery scarves I did toss.
I found I can be funny, brave and strong. How had I not known this all along? God has been with me, so have my family and friends and so many amazing pink sisters, on whom I can depend.
One lesson I’ve learned is that life is not fair, but there is so much beauty and love and humor, that I can appreciate now and it’s because of that tumor.