Pull Up Your Big Girl Bloomers and Get On With It

Let’s face it. There really is no easy way to acknowledge having any form of cancer. It sucks any way you look at it.

So here I am with Stage 2B breast cancer. Stage 2B. Sounds like some sort of theatrical production. Except it’s not.

After the initial freak out, crying, whining “why me”, I took a good look at all the facts and what I would be facing in the next year. Yes, it’s going to be long. Yes, it’s going to be trying. Yes, I’ll feel sick. And yes, there will be days when I don’t feel like communicating with the world let alone my immediate surroundings.

I have a great medical team. This is important. But what’s more important is the support of my family and friends around the world. Without them I would be reduced to a blob on the couch, wallowing in self-pity. I don’t do self-pity very well. Therefore take note, friends and family. The minute you see me fall below the surface, make sure you grab me up by the roots and give me a good swift kick in the butt.

I was thinking of writing a book. Books about cancer can either be extremely depressing or totally inspirational. To tell the truth, I don’t really have the patience to write a book. Or the time. And besides, it’s been done so many times. Blogging is so much easier.

So here it is. The first post in The Chemical Diaries. Many more to come as I have lots to say. I mean cancer is where my body is at right now. I’ll take it as a learning experience. When I get to the final exam I’ll pass with flying colors. Head of the dean’s list!