I’m 42 years old, and was diagnosed with breast cancer back in May 2019. I went in for my first mammogram and I guess I won the lottery. I’ve been pretty quiet about it because, well, people ask a lot of questions, and they have a lot of suggestions, but also because I didn’t know any other way to keep it together while talking about the subject. I didn’t even want to say the word CANCER. Well, I said it, and it’s not a “F@ck you cancer!” kind of mindset for me. It’s more like, “Hey, you are here. It’s not your fault, it’s not mine, and well, we need to move forward”.
Hello Cancer, we can do this!”.
My family and friends try their best, they truly do, trying to uplift me by cracking jokes – which I welcome, but not always – but most of the times, people don’t know what to say. It’s like for them, saying: it’s going to be ok, it’s only 4 chemo sessions, get some rest – it will all go away. That’s not the case. I think unconsciously it’s a coping mechanism to make themselves feel a bit better and minimize the awkwardness of this whole thing. I get it. I wouldn’t know what to say either.
In reality, it’s me navigating this situation alone, but held by the strongest hand of all, Marissa’s – my wife. She’s also going through this crazy rollercoaster with me, just without the injections and operations. But she’s there, day in, day out, holding my hand. Squeezing it. Making me feel safe.
I just wanted to write a quick thank you note for all of your support. I’m ready to speak out about this now. I’m ready to call it for what it is and share my experience and maybe bring some awareness to women AND men to be proactive and take care of your health.
Stay healthy!
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