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Well, well, well, look who's back from the dead! That's right, it's me, your favorite cancer survivor. I know, I know, you missed me so much. But don't worry, I'm back and better than ever. And by better, I mean I'm still alive, so that's a plus my one year is coming up cant fucking believe it.


Let's talk about cancer, shall we? It's like the ultimate party crasher. You're just living your life, minding your own business, and then BAM! Cancer shows up uninvited and ruins everything. It's like that one friend who always shows up to the party unannounced and drinks all your beer. Except cancer doesn't just drink your beer, it tries to kill you.


But here's the thing, cancer also showed me who my real friends are. And by real friends, I mean zero. That's right, I said it. I have zero friends. And you know what? It's kind of liberating. I don't have to deal with any of that fake friend bullshit anymore. No more pretending to care about someone's problems when all I really want to do is watch Netflix and eat pizza.


Cancer showed me that the people I thought were my friends were really just acquaintances. They were the kind of people who would say things like, "Let me know if you need anything," but then never actually follow through. Or they would say things like, "Stay positive!" as if that's going to cure cancer. Thanks, Karen, I'll just think happy thoughts and my tumors will magically disappear.


But you know who did show up for me? My family. And not just my immediate family, but my extended family too. They were the ones who brought me food, drove me to appointments, and sat with me during chemo. (no I'm lying it was just Doug with me at chemo he didn't play he was at every infusion) They were the ones who made me laugh when all I wanted to do was cry. They were the ones who showed me what real love and support looks like.


And now that I'm getting to the other side of cancer, I don't really know what to do with myself. I mean, I'm grateful to be alive and all, but now what? Do I just go back to my old life and pretend like nothing happened? Do I try to make new friends? Do I become a hermit and never leave my house again?


Honestly, I don't know. But what I do know is that I'm not going to waste my time on people who don't deserve it. Life is too short to deal with fake friends and drama. I'd rather spend my time with people who make me happy and bring positivity into my life.


So, to all the fake friends out there, thanks for showing me who you really are. And to all the real friends out there, thank you for being there for me when I needed you the most. You guys are the real MVPs.


In conclusion, cancer sucks. But it also taught me some valuable lessons about life and friendship. And while I may not have any friends right now, I'm okay with that. I'd rather have zero friends than a bunch of fake ones. Plus, who needs friends when you have Netflix and pizza? Am I right?

From: ask me a question App: Hey y'all, it's your girl here, and today I wanna talk about something that's been on my mind for a while now - friendship, loneliness, and breast cancer. Yeah, I know, it's not the most uplifting topic, but trust me, I'm gonna make it funny. 


So, let's start with friendship. I used to have a whole squad of girls that I thought were my ride or dies. We would go out, party, and have a good time. But when I got diagnosed with breast cancer at the age of 33, things changed. Suddenly, those same girls who I thought were my besties were nowhere to be found. They were too busy with their own lives to even check up on me. 


And let me tell you, being lonely during chemo is no joke. I remember one day, I was sitting in the hospital, getting my treatment, and my phone rang. It was one of my so-called friends, and she was crying on the other end. I thought she was calling to check up on me, but nope. She was calling to complain about getting fired from her job. I mean, seriously? Here I am, fighting for my life, and she's crying about losing her job? 


That's when my husband said something that made me laugh. He said, "These women don't care about you as much as you care about them. They didn't even come to wipe your butt during chemo!" And you know what? He was right. 


But you know who did care about me? My family. My mom and my brother were there for me every step of the way. They would come to my chemo sessions, bring me food, and just sit with me. And let me tell you, that meant the world to me. 


And then there's my partner. He changed his whole life for me. He became my full-time caretaker, and he's been there for me through it all. And you better believe that when I'm up, when I'm good, when I'm better, and when I'm telling my story on television, he's gonna be right there with me. 


So, what's the lesson here? Friendship is great, but it's not everything. When the going gets tough, it's your family and your partner who will be there for you. And if you're lucky enough to have that kind of support, hold onto it tight. 


And if you're going through breast cancer, just know that you're not alone. There are people out there who care about you, even if they're not the ones you expected. And if you need a laugh, just remember that time your phone called you to complain about getting fired while you were in the middle of chemo. 


Stay strong, y'all. We got this.


written by Chelsea


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