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Living with Metastatic Breast Cancer

Life turned inside out. It's sometimes ugly and sometimes beautiful. It's like a tight rope walk each day. Nothing is given...if I've learned anything at all, it's that life can change in an instant. The ugly part is pretty self-explanatory but I'll be talking about that because it's important.  The beautiful part of living with a terminal illness is the opportunity to go inside yourself and live outwardly free from hindrances of the past. Much of what was binding before is gone...what is really left to fear after you've been told you have something growing inside you that can kill you?   I have gained a new ability to really zero in on moments with my friends and family and fully, completely love more than I ever thought possible.  That's not to say I'm completely fearless. Cancer scares the living shit out of me. I hate cancer and what it has taken from me and my family. I hate cancer for the things it will inevitably continue to take not just from me but all people who suffer because of this stupid disease.

 

Come with me as I learn to navigate life in Cancerland. A land where nobody plans to go or wants to stay but is filled with many courageous, beautiful souls.

Quick Facts:

  1.   1 in 8 women get breast cancer

  2.   30% off those will get MBC (metastatic breast cancer)

  3.   116 people a day die from MBC

  4.   There is NO CURE FOR CANCER 

Chances are you know someone whose had cancer or will get cancer. I'm sharing my crash course notes hoping you never need them!  Maybe you have or had cancer yourself?  I hope sharing my experiences will help you too...you are not alone. Maybe someone will see my writing and I'll become rich and famous...okay, probably not that  but I will share the good, the bad, and the downright ugly with a little twist of humor. 

**All my writing is strictly my opinions, views, and experience** 

My "C" card is valid for life and I'm not afraid to use it. 

 

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My world was first rocked in 2016 at the age of 43.   I had breast cancer.  I was scared but hopeful.  The doctors told me I had the "best" kind of cancer.  My risk of recurrence low because I was young.  I wasn't a candidate for chemo, so I opted for a lumpectomy and radiation.  21 months to the day of finishing treatment, I found myself in the hospital being diagnosed with Metastatic Breast Cancer.  The "best" kind of breast cancer became the worst. There is no cure. I started this blog for cathartic reasons but I keep writing to spread awareness.  Not awareness about breast cancer because let's get real, we have all heard by now!  I want you to know what  I should have been told.  I want to tell you that life with cancer is not pretty pink bows.  There were so many fails by my doctors to educate me. There are still failures in regards to funding for MBC (Metastatic Breast Cancer) research. It may be too late for me, but I won't go without shouting from the roof and leaving this earth knowing I at least tried to make a difference.  

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