Twelve days ago
I found out I have breast cancer.
Seriously.
(like there's any way, other than seriously, to take that news...)
I am so sad.
There's nothing wrong with saying that.
It's not fun to feel that.
But it's real.
And right now, it's my reality.
I have cancer in my body. I don't like it.
I hate it, in fact.
I want to be rid of it, refuse it, do nothing to affirm it.
My surgeon will take it out.
I'll get treatment.
Maybe it will all be okay.
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