- Acknowledged– that the cancer may come back
- Shared– my feelings with those who are ready to listen
- Accepted– that l only have so much power over the relapse rate of the awful disease we all know as cancer
Talking about an illness that has impacted the person you are can be extremely difficult. It brings back memories that you may have spent a long time trying to forget. That being said, sharing your story can be beneficial for those around you as well as yourself.
“If you avoid your feelings, you also avoid understanding who you really are.”
This is why I believe it’s truly important to share your experiences and traumas with others to help yourself overcome them.
I understand that sharing experiences and traumas, that are associated to illnesses, can be difficult but, a new year means new goals am I right??
Are you or someone you know a CANCER warrior , CARDIOVASCULAR warrior, ANXIETY warrior, DOWN SYNDROME warrior, AUTISM warrior, DEPRESSION warrior, MULTIPLESCLEROSIS warrior, LUPUS warrior, BIPOLAR warrior??? Or a WARRIOR of any sort under the age of twenty five?
If so PLEASE message me (or email firstname.lastname@example.org with the subject warrior project) & add yourself to the Facebook page https://m.facebook.com/AnysePermanentlyPink/
If you would like to participate but don’t want to share your name that is okay, you will remain anonymous.
Your participation requires a minimal amount of effort.
I’m looking forward to hearing from some of you.
Cancer, cancer, cancer…. remission, remission, remission… RELAPSE.
The seven letter word that some would argue is worse than cancer. (I think I happen to be one of them.)
As I sit by the fire and drink my green tea those little thoughts sneak in unexpectedly without me noticing & I’m suddenly thinking about relapsing.
All these stories about people, especially children, that relapse shortly after they’re claimed “cancer free” seem to hit me most when I’m alone. Although I find comfort in reading stories about children relapsing multiple times and still having the same love for life.
They seem to be resilient to the mental stress adult oncology patients carry.
Life never seems to lose its sparkle.
I asked my best friend what we would do if I relapsed again and he simply replied: “We’ll fight it just like we did last time & just like we’ll do next time… no fight is too hard or too long if you’ll make it to the other side. ”
I couldn’t have said it better myself: “The strength of those with illness is measured by the support of those around them.”
Cancer, remission & relapsing is all part of the journey.
I guess you learn to love the good, the bad and the awful.
If I relapse and still have the people I love beside me perhaps life will continue to sparkle in my eyes.
It’s 1:54 pm on a Tuesday afternoon and I don’t think I’ve ever loved being alive as much as I do in this moment. I’ve recently spent a lot of time thinking about everything I’ve gone through the last few months and suddenly all I feel is a weird mixture of sadness & relief all in one.
It all seems a little too good to be true- I made it out alive, in one piece; stronger & wiser than I could have ever imagined. My world was shattered when I found out I was sick again, but now that this chapter is coming to an end, it almost feels like I’m losing a part of me that I spent so long learning to love. I had never been so happy; everything & anything put a smile on my face. Now that the chapter is slowly ending I feel like I’m losing part of myself in the midst. It may be hard to understand from someone on the outside looking in nevertheless, cancer helped me find the person I wanted to become. Strong, understanding, loving and all around happy.
Cancer took a lot away- appearance, sensation & mobility but it also allowed me to gain so many wonderful qualities.
For that I am thankful.
Thankful to be alive & thankful to be me.
I hope each and everyone of you feels the same way.
I’m not gonna lie I’ve always taken good care of myself; hair done, makeup on, cute shoes, tight jeans… I worked out from time to time but not routinely by any means.
My body was always something I admired, most definitely never hated.
I ate as I pleased but made conscious decisions in regards to my food. I made friends easily, had confidence in myself. If I wanted something, it was not my physical appearance that would inhibit me from getting it.
Until now… Suddenly I don’t even want to look in the mirror because the reflection is so daunting. I’ve accepted the lose of hair but the lack of movement and extra weight has me feeling a way I’ve never felt before.
I’ve never looked in the mirror and hated so many things.
It isn’t till now that I realize so much of my confidence was in the way I looked. I used to stand up for people and suddenly I have a hard time standing up for myself.
I know the only thing that will help with the reflection in the mirror is time.
This feeling of anger and frustration towards my body will make me a better person. I will never judge someone because of their physical appearance.
Everyone has a story- remember that
I know people say lying to yourself is impossible but I disagree.
Stop telling yourself you think you’re in a bad spot or that you should’ve done better on that test. Tell yourself it can only get better, and that you tried your best. Stop continuously bringing yourself down- it has no (I mean no) positive outcomes. Even when it’s hard, tell yourself it could be worse…
Your mind should be used to bring yourself up & not tear yourself down.
If you continuously tell yourself that things will get better you’ll eventually believe it (or so I would like to think)
Doesn’t that mean lying to yourself isn’t such a bad thing?
I can’t emphasize it enough- life is so precious AND WORTH LIVING
Kiss the boy.
Buy the shoes.
Take the nap.
Write the essay.
Commit to yourself.
Commit to those you love.
Love your life.
& don’t forget to smile along the way