I take a deep breath before I get out of bed and start my day every morning. I change my dressing the tumour is getting worse; I watch the blood drop from my breast, clean it and put my dressing on. Then I juice! I’m trying everything I can to beat this. Every day I try and heal, I eat healthy and keep positive; I’ve discovered a way to eliminate the fear and to keep looking forward to a positive future.
Whilst every effort of my being is working on keeping positive, every day I’m reminded of the harsh reality of cancer. I have made friends all over the world over these last two years and some of them I became very close to, a lot of them have passed away. One minute I am chatting with them and everything is fine and then a few weeks later I see a post on Facebook from a family member and my heart sinks and aches as I say goodbye to another friend.
No one can prepare you for this journey especially when you are told you are stage 4 and you can’t be cured. But one great lesson I have learnt through this is that miracles really do happen. I’ve lost friends and I’ve watched young women go through traumatic times but I’ve also seen people celebrate. I have seen people who were told they had 3 or 4 years to live totally recover! I have seen people who have cured themselves without medication. I have seen people change and transform their lives and come out of the other end perfectly healthy and living a brand new life. These people give me hope. Hope is the most powerful emotion on earth next to love.
Hope keeps us going, it keeps us moving forward and it stops us from giving up. So as I sit convalescing on today’s visit to the hospital and the news of radiotherapy starting in the New Year. I take a deep breath and let hope shine out from my heart and say out loud “I can do this”