When I was diagnosed with breast cancer, that was not the worst thing happening in my life at that time. Oh no baby, try being completely new to the South Bend area and sharing a small apartment with my husband, son, mother, two dogs, one guinea pig and one gerbil. Can you spell zoo?
But make no mistake, there ain’t no flies on us…we managed to find a house and move in before I started treatment. And because nothing comes between me and a great garage sale…the morning after my first chemo I was tromping around our new neighborhood sampling the sales. In the weeks that followed, I didn’t let my lack of hair or steroid-inspired round face keep me from meeting my neighbors. And as the summer heated up…off came the hat. Sure, some people looked at me like I was nuts, but what the heck. To me, nuts would have been wearing a wig when it was 90 degrees!
When I finished chemo and radiation, my husband and son bought me a guitar to celebrate! I dress in pink and call myself Breastaban!
Remember, life is a dance…and if you can’t shake what your mama gave you…then shake what the doctor left you!
Granger, IN