I start chemo tomorrow. I think I will be ok with it although most likely much more fatigued. I still intend to keep writing and updating the blog daily. But I don’t want this to turn into yet another sad cancer blog. Cancer sucks, I have it, and I am going to die from it. That’s the whole unvarnished truth. I don’t know when then is going to happen but I suspect I have some time to play with yet.
I took a big risk today. I wore a shirt no sleeves for the first time since I was a teenager. Fat women aren’t supposed to do that. But I saw the shirt and I really like it. It was me. It’s bright and colourful and I wanted it. So, I bought it and I wore it today. And I felt strong like a warrior because I just don’t give a hit anymore. I never thought I would be coming to terms with the fact that I am going to die at 53 years old. I was just at the point where I was going to do something I had always wanted to do: start a life coaching business. I also want to write a book. I am going to do my level best to make sure that cancer does not take those things away from me.
So, here is me today in a shirt with no sleeves:
Days since breast cancer diagnosis: 44