It’s funny how differently people take the “It’s Breast Cancer” news. The first call I made was to Steve – my boyfriend, domestic partner, soul mate. My voice cracked (I try not to cry in front of him) and in his calmest voice he says, “OK, what’s the next move.” I gained strength right then in there because I knew he was the perfect person to take this journey with me. He is a rock. My rock. Pure and simple. Quite differently, my dad cried uncontrollably and rushed to the hospital. They say girls marry men like their father, but that’s not true in my case. Steve and my dad are polar opposites, but both personalities create balance in my life. What one doesn’t give me, the other does.
Fast forward 3 months and I sit here today with no boobs, pimples all over my face from chemo and an itchy scalp because I’m days from losing my hair. I’d be lying if I said it’s been tough. Yup, you read that right. Sure, it hasn’t been the best 3 months of my life, but I’ve seen people go through worse and I refuse to feel sorry for myself.
This is my journey about strength, humor and the fight to come out stronger on the other side.