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Cancer in July

This month marks one year since my breast decided to go rogue and try to take me out. But guess what? They didn't win! I'm still here, kicking ass and taking names. So, let's take a trip down memory lane and reflect on the rollercoaster ride that was the past year.


One year ago today, I received the news that no one ever wants to hear: "You have cancer." Talk about a punch to the gut. It felt like my world was crumbling around me. But you know what they say, when life gives you lemons, make some damn lemonade. And that's exactly what I did.


I embraced my diagnosis with a twisted sense of humor. I mean, come on, my own breast tried to kill me! Who does that? It's like my body decided to play a sick joke on me. But I wasn't about to let it win. I named my tumor "Larry" and made jokes about him being the worst roommate ever. Larry overstayed his welcome, but I kicked his sorry ass out.


But cancer wasn't the only blow I had to deal with. One year ago today, my dad passed away. Talk about a double whammy. It felt like the universe was playing a cruel joke on me. I mean, seriously, could life get any more messed up? But amidst the pain and heartache, I found strength.


I channeled my grief into something positive. I started just sharing my story, pouring my heart out and sharing my experiences with the world. I found solace in connecting with others who were going through similar struggles. It was like having a support group on steroids. 



 I realized that I wasn't alone.

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