They never tell you that the Pink is supposed to make you feel better
Before I start let me explain why I'm writing this post and not my usual foodie treats.
In January of this year my Mom was diagnosed with Breast Cancer and truth be told it hit like a ton of bricks , pretty much like it did when my Dad was diagnosed with early stages of prostate cancer a few years ago.
Nothing and no one can prepare you for that conversation or what kind of reaction you will have, so I decided to write this to tell the raw and true facts about feelings, emotions and bullshit.
People will tell you that it's going to be okay but when it's your parent you cant help but say a million silent prayers a day wishing that they'd wake up the next morning and it would be gone.
The hardest thing for our family to handle was the changes we saw my Mom go through , not only physically but mentally and emotionally, shutting herself off from the world, simply too exhausted to deal with what was going on.
My sister and I both spent days where we shed tears, felt anger, frustration at the sheer magnitude of what was ahead, most of all I felt guilt , that I couldn't be there , that I couldn't support , that I sucked as a daughter, so I cried , many days, in the shower , at work , while seeing people smiling because I felt bad for not being there .
It's been almost eleven months and after chemotherapy, an operation and radiation on it's way we can only be thankful to God that it was detected early and she's on the road to recovery
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I salute all the warriors that go though this every day, the ones that have to fight, the ones who don't make it through and the loved ones who endure alongside them.
Almost each and every person I know has been affected in some way by this awful disease , something I would not wish on anyone.
I pray for light , love and happiness on all that I know and even those I don't .
Have a great week everyone ☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺
☺☺💙💙
In January of this year my Mom was diagnosed with Breast Cancer and truth be told it hit like a ton of bricks , pretty much like it did when my Dad was diagnosed with early stages of prostate cancer a few years ago.
Nothing and no one can prepare you for that conversation or what kind of reaction you will have, so I decided to write this to tell the raw and true facts about feelings, emotions and bullshit.
People will tell you that it's going to be okay but when it's your parent you cant help but say a million silent prayers a day wishing that they'd wake up the next morning and it would be gone.
The hardest thing for our family to handle was the changes we saw my Mom go through , not only physically but mentally and emotionally, shutting herself off from the world, simply too exhausted to deal with what was going on.
My sister and I both spent days where we shed tears, felt anger, frustration at the sheer magnitude of what was ahead, most of all I felt guilt , that I couldn't be there , that I couldn't support , that I sucked as a daughter, so I cried , many days, in the shower , at work , while seeing people smiling because I felt bad for not being there .
It's been almost eleven months and after chemotherapy, an operation and radiation on it's way we can only be thankful to God that it was detected early and she's on the road to recovery
I salute all the warriors that go though this every day, the ones that have to fight, the ones who don't make it through and the loved ones who endure alongside them.
Almost each and every person I know has been affected in some way by this awful disease , something I would not wish on anyone.
I pray for light , love and happiness on all that I know and even those I don't .
Have a great week everyone ☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺
☺☺💙💙
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