I am still waiting on my CBC results and still have a low grade fever. I feel that over the past three years fighting the big C God chose this path for me. Not because I need to have more crap in my life( I meant really who ever wants a monkey wrech thrown into lifes plan). But I was chosen to bear these things, because I am the strongest of the strong. Most people would have crumbled after loosing a parent three months before your wedding. Or having emergency surgery for an ectopic pregnancy three months after being married. Or yet a breast cancer diagnosis a year after being married and being told I now can never carry another child! Or even better, after all the chemotherapy and radiation having three more biopsys and total hysterectomy! And then the icing on the cake, a bilateral mastectomy!
I would not change my life one bit. All of it has shaped myself and my family. It has taught my son be strong when the going gets tough. It has also shown him the gift of giving to others when I do my Strides walk. He is proud of me and my fight ,and in turn I am proud of him for how well, as a child he has taken all this in and made him stop and think about things.