If you are afraid to hear what it's really like, I encourage you to quit reading and return to the scroll of your FB news feed to find some cute pictures of adorable babies, ecards, and mindless updates.
I am pretty optimistic with regard to my diagnosis and my body has responded well to the treatments (at least I think it has) so far. I wake up each day with a grateful heart and the sounds of my children getting ready to embrace the day ahead.
But the truth is, sometimes, simply getting out of bed is the hardest part of it all. If you follow me regularly, you know that last week I missed out on what appears to be the most amazing trip- one I earned, free, filled with lots of cool gifts for the hard work I did last year as a coach. It's hard to read about, but not because I feel so much like I missed out but more so because it was taken away from me by cancer. There's a lot of things, so they say, that cancer cannot take. But most days, all you see are the things it does.
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Seriously? If you are a fan, you understand why I went to bed that night, balling my eyes out and thinking of my own current situation. When I woke up the next morning, I didn't get out of bed. In fact it wasn't until 2 o'clock in the afternoon that my feet actually hit the floor and I had the strength to stand.
|This is what cancer looks like.|
My friend described this as if I am staring at the sky- waiting for it to fall, waiting for the sucker punch. It takes all of my strength to look away from the sky and just keep going. Because if I look at the sky, waiting staring, I miss out on living. I assure you that with cancer or any difficult situation you may find yourself in, you can keep living or let it consume you. I choose to live. Life > Cancer.
People are often surprised to see that I workout the way I do, and I'm not sure why. Perhaps there is a stereotype surrounding cancer. I mean those with cancer should be sick. They certainly shouldn't be able to do Insanity or P90X3, right? But here I am still doing it. Why? Because for one hour everyday- I am not defined by cancer. I am getting stronger for the days ahead, and mentally, I escape the unknown and the darkness and I am just Katy again.
Life > Cancer