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Feisty Righty: A Cancer Survivor's Journey
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“I’d yell out the screen door when he was outside spraying weeds, “I love you!” When he was reading a history book on the sofa, I’d plant a kiss on his forehead and say, “I love you.” Even when the volume was turned up too loud on the television, which previously annoyed me, out came, “I love you.”
Our house had become filled with love, partially because it made the misery easier to tolerate but also because having a cancer diagnosis makes you realize how much you love someone.”
― Feisty Righty: A Cancer Survivor's Journey
Our house had become filled with love, partially because it made the misery easier to tolerate but also because having a cancer diagnosis makes you realize how much you love someone.”
― Feisty Righty: A Cancer Survivor's Journey
“Once he was done, Bruce swept up the remaining clumps and placed them into the trash, which felt symbolic. I was ready for it to be hauled away. But when it came to the ponytail, I had second thoughts and couldn’t discard it. I took it inside, tucked it into a cloth bag, and hid it in a drawer. I remembered what Rhonda said during my orientation to chemo, “I’ve heard some women keep a lock of their hair as a keepsake,” which I thought was weird at the time, but now, like so many other things, it made sense. It’s a beautiful and cherished souvenir of the life I once had.”
― Feisty Righty: A Cancer Survivor's Journey
― Feisty Righty: A Cancer Survivor's Journey
“On our way to my mother’s condominium, I silently repeated the same ambiguous question, why me? Why me? Why ME? But after asking so many times, a clear message entered my mind.
I heard:
Why NOT you?
Stunned, I didn’t know how to react. I didn’t know if the voice came from the Universe or God or if it was the tiny voice of reason hidden deep within my frontal lobe where rational thought is born. It made sense.
Yes. Why NOT me?
Of course, bad things happen, even to good people. Cancer happened to my Uncle Don, Uncle Gary, Cousin Tammy, Bruce’s brother, and my friend, Krista. If it can happen to them, why couldn’t it happen to me?”
― Feisty Righty: A Cancer Survivor's Journey
I heard:
Why NOT you?
Stunned, I didn’t know how to react. I didn’t know if the voice came from the Universe or God or if it was the tiny voice of reason hidden deep within my frontal lobe where rational thought is born. It made sense.
Yes. Why NOT me?
Of course, bad things happen, even to good people. Cancer happened to my Uncle Don, Uncle Gary, Cousin Tammy, Bruce’s brother, and my friend, Krista. If it can happen to them, why couldn’t it happen to me?”
― Feisty Righty: A Cancer Survivor's Journey
“Once he was done, Bruce swept up the remaining clumps and placed them into the trash, which felt symbolic. I was ready for it to be hauled away. But when it came to the ponytail, I had second thoughts and couldn’t discard it. I took it inside, tucked it into a cloth bag, and hid it in a drawer. I remembered what Rhonda said during my orientation to chemo, “I’ve heard some women keep a lock of their hair as a keepsake,” which I thought was weird at the time, but now, like so many other things, it made sense. It’s a beautiful and cherished souvenir of the life I once had.”
― Feisty Righty: A Cancer Survivor's Journey
― Feisty Righty: A Cancer Survivor's Journey
“In that moment, I was inexplicably overcome with emotion. As I studied Survivor—the little claws that protruded from his paws, the whiskers that jutted from his furry cheeks, the eyes that had adjusted to the artificial scent of a billion blossoms that still hung in the air—the gravity of his name sank in, and I felt a deep connection to that kitten.
As a cancer patient, I long to be a survivor, too. This tiny, wobbly-legged, rambunctious kitten is what I want to be.”
― Feisty Righty: A Cancer Survivor's Journey
As a cancer patient, I long to be a survivor, too. This tiny, wobbly-legged, rambunctious kitten is what I want to be.”
― Feisty Righty: A Cancer Survivor's Journey
“On our way to my mother’s condominium, I silently repeated the same ambiguous question, why me? Why me? Why ME? But after asking so many times, a clear message entered my mind.
I heard:
Why NOT you?
Stunned, I didn’t know how to react. I didn’t know if the voice came from the Universe or God or if it was the tiny voice of reason hidden deep within my frontal lobe where rational thought is born. It made sense.
Yes. Why NOT me?
Of course, bad things happen, even to good people. Cancer happened to my Uncle Don, Uncle Gary, Cousin Tammy, Bruce’s brother, and my friend, Krista. If it can happen to them, why couldn’t it happen to me?”
― Feisty Righty: A Cancer Survivor's Journey
I heard:
Why NOT you?
Stunned, I didn’t know how to react. I didn’t know if the voice came from the Universe or God or if it was the tiny voice of reason hidden deep within my frontal lobe where rational thought is born. It made sense.
Yes. Why NOT me?
Of course, bad things happen, even to good people. Cancer happened to my Uncle Don, Uncle Gary, Cousin Tammy, Bruce’s brother, and my friend, Krista. If it can happen to them, why couldn’t it happen to me?”
― Feisty Righty: A Cancer Survivor's Journey
“I’d yell out the screen door when he was outside spraying weeds, “I love you!” When he was reading a history book on the sofa, I’d plant a kiss on his forehead and say, “I love you.” Even when the volume was turned up too loud on the television, which previously annoyed me, out came, “I love you.”
Our house had become filled with love, partially because it made the misery easier to tolerate but also because having a cancer diagnosis makes you realize how much you love someone.”
― Feisty Righty: A Cancer Survivor's Journey
Our house had become filled with love, partially because it made the misery easier to tolerate but also because having a cancer diagnosis makes you realize how much you love someone.”
― Feisty Righty: A Cancer Survivor's Journey
“I sat on my patio watching the wispy clouds until the sky turned a soft shade of magenta and the sun dropped below the horizon. Over those hours, my mind let go of the day, which provided space for an unexpected message to be heard.
The message was:
Embrace the journey. Embrace all of it, even the good and bad. You may not have chosen this journey, but it is, and forever will be, yours.
I sat in silence a little longer, taking in the revelation.
It's true. I didn’t choose cancer; cancer chose me. As much as I was desperate to skip past the chemo, surgery, radiation, and everything else that comes with a diagnosis, I needed to experience the lessons that would unfold along the way. I had to embrace it all to become a better version of myself. It was time to “embrace the journey” instead of resisting it.
I didn’t know if I could, but I’d try.”
― Feisty Righty: A Cancer Survivor's Journey
The message was:
Embrace the journey. Embrace all of it, even the good and bad. You may not have chosen this journey, but it is, and forever will be, yours.
I sat in silence a little longer, taking in the revelation.
It's true. I didn’t choose cancer; cancer chose me. As much as I was desperate to skip past the chemo, surgery, radiation, and everything else that comes with a diagnosis, I needed to experience the lessons that would unfold along the way. I had to embrace it all to become a better version of myself. It was time to “embrace the journey” instead of resisting it.
I didn’t know if I could, but I’d try.”
― Feisty Righty: A Cancer Survivor's Journey
