Girl you are amazing!! I remember all of those times Cristina calling you dramatic and loved being around you girls! You are a true inspiration. I’m thinking of you daily and wanted to share this with you! I started getting my mammograms at 35. You are so strong and your words are beautiful but not as beautiful as you were are and will always be💗 Keep that beautiful head looking up!😘
Leah: Finally got to the site this evening... No father would ever, ever want to experience your story, told so wonderfully, as you have. It's wonderful, because as painful as it is to hear as a parent, the strength of your true beauty comes hauntingly through your words, and your warnings to other women. If one woman takes your advice, and can muster a modicum of the strength you've demonstrated here, you'll have achieved your purpose...Making others better. You were always good at getting the job done. Your Father.
One full trip around the sun. Slingshot into the unknown by breast cancer. And back again. Spoiler alert... I won. I'm still me. Only better. My self discovery in a nutshell: I am a firefly. I shine brightest amid the darkness. I am a flamingo. I hold my head high, born to stand out. I am a phoenix. After going through hell, I come out on fire.
OK, it's a been a minute. A month to be exact. Sorry I went dark. If I'm honest, it's because I went dark . The morning after I finished chemo, I woke up to the reality that my journey was FAR from over. Oh, my optimism, my mortal flaw. To my dismay, I hadn't suddenly woken up to feeling normal, looking normal... and it hit me pretty hard. Just to the contrary, and to my utter heartbreak, I CONTINUED to lose my looks. In fact, I'd say, the very last of them I had remaining. My eyebrows evaporated. My eyelashes evaporated. My confidence eVAPorated. Go ahead, call me shallow. Call me whatever you'd like. But when you go from beauty to beast, it's soul-crushing. Today I look like an old, dying grandpa. Receding hairline, sunken sallow eyes, gray skin... nothing even makeup or wigs can solve anymore. So yeah, I've laid low. Week one post chemo was hard. Week two was harder. My mastectomy was approaching and all of the nerves, second-guessing, and worry b
I keep telling myself there is only ONE way this thing’s gonna play out. A big fat W on the board and it’s all mine. Then some heavy bass song fills the gymnasium, beautiful dancers flood the floor hitting all the moves, skirts flitting faster than you can bat a lash. Everything in perfect synchronization, then they split apart and poof! I’m there with my arms to the sky then lifted, flipping up, over, and caught by - where’d HE come from?! - My husband! And in some stunner coordinated ensemble. He pulls me down, pulls me close, then kisses me while swinging me around in circles, lights flashing like shooting stars, crowd goes wild… [ End dream sequence ] Y'all. Today is a BIG. A$$. DAY. I’m seeing my surgical oncologist for the first time since I was told I needed to undergo chemotherapy. I’m pretty sure imaging will be involved to understand progress and we’ll begin to plan and schedule next steps on surgery. The veil is about. to. be. lifted. You can run, but you can’t hide, m
Girl you are amazing!! I remember all of those times Cristina calling you dramatic and loved being around you girls! You are a true inspiration. I’m thinking of you daily and wanted to share this with you! I started getting my mammograms at 35. You are so strong and your words are beautiful but not as beautiful as you were are and will always be💗 Keep that beautiful head looking up!😘
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Crystal. I guess like they say, keep your head up or the crown might slip! ;) xoxox
DeleteWell [blushing], thank you for your kind words. I'm just here to help all the beautiful, powerful women (or soon-to-be) that I can!! xoxox
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ReplyDeleteFinally got to the site this evening...
No father would ever, ever want to experience your story, told so wonderfully, as you have. It's wonderful, because as painful as it is to hear as a parent, the strength of your true beauty comes hauntingly through your words, and your warnings to other women.
If one woman takes your advice, and can muster a modicum of the strength you've
demonstrated here, you'll have achieved your purpose...Making others better.
You were always good at getting the job done.
Your Father.
like father, like daughter. thank you Daddy :)
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