My Cancer Story

Here's my CANCER story-

    There is so much to life...and facing odds which seem to be overpowering is a part of it. This is my Cancer page...My realm of hope for those women in our lives who struggle daily just to have the precious gift most take for granted- LIFE. I am one of those women who must struggle. I was 22 when I was diagnosed with Breast Cancer- a real shock for the immortal, young, and bulletproof. I have been at war for 4 years now, and the troops are getting weary (::glares off in another direction::Hey, did I tell y0u to sit down, soldier???Move your bloomin arse! ::turns back to face you and smiles:::Pardon me...one has to stay aware of all things...). But I'm still here- much to the surprise of doctors etc. The committee had me dead by this past august(1998)- and that was at the 'best'. Well, HELLO GUYS! I'M STILL HERE!!!!! So there. Take out a pink ribbon and wear it for the cause!

    My being only 22 when the news was given was a real shock, for me as well as for everyone else- WE have been fighting this war for over 4 years now. Every time we though it was over, it would start again. Every time there was hope for the future, they were dashed. I've come to expect such things, but that does not mean that I am impervious to disappointment. My poor Husband has been here with me through it all, has held me and comforted me where others would have run away in fear and self-preservation (you know who you are). So- I dedicate what energy I have left to him. Oh, but do not be mistaken...should I pass you on the street corner or in the shopping mall, you would NEVER guess what terrors I have beheld or will endure...oh, no. See, that's the most interesting part of all of this- I never looked really sick at all- even now. How's that for weird. People have to be TOLD that I am ill, and even then, they look at me like lost sheep- not wanting to believe it- surely it isn't so...but oh yes, it is, sorry sheepies. I still don't look ill even though I have terminal cancer (but I have all of my hair, yay! Chemo stopped working; well, my cancer learned it anyway). I have a very deadly(ha!) form of cancer- very virulent and stubborn. BUT even so-I managed to beat the odds and I am still here even though the committee had predicted me dead as of August 1998. And that was the BEST scenario. Woohoo. So, like always, I just had to prove them wrong....and here I am. AND I have been given the most wonderful gift of all (besides my wonderful Soulmate- my loving Husband, My Gwydion)- I have fulfilled many of those wonderful childhood dreams we all have secretly buried inside...those which almost never make it out until they are the regrets of old age. So my advice to you all is- take time to dream. Don't forget the marvelous gifts that you were given all of which are within yourselves. It is all there...everything you have ever thought you ever needed- within you, awaiting your call. In the hectic rush of life many forget to truly live. Don't make that mistake- for you'll only realize it when it's too late to change anything. 'To thine own self be true'~Shakespere, better advice I cannot give, and so seemingly simple. So, this is my story...Dreamspinner's story, Sean's story...and I hope that this never ever happens to anyone that I love.

~*Dreamspinner*~

~November 1998~