Starting this blog is kind of like being told your diagnoses is breast cancer. You are headed everywhere at once and no idea where to start. At the moment I feel as if I’m back at the doctors office on day one, and I’m clueless. I’m sure at some point it will all come together……maybe.
I remember sitting in the doctor’s office and being told that cancer was imminent but not to worry that they ( the doctor and his assistant) would get me where I needed to go. My thought was “I’m sure you will, after all you just pushed me over the cliff, I have no way to go, but up”. Little did I know how wrong I was. Up; wasn’t coming for a long time.
Well after choosing my oncologist and getting an appointment with him for the next week I headed home. I needed to take in all that was told to me and let it swirl around in my head until it made sense. First we had to pick up my grandson (Bud) from school, who was 9 years old, at the time. Joe my significant other, was with me and already very supportive by assuring me that I was gonna be ok. But I knew telling my little buddy, wasn’t going to be easy.
He had already lost his parents, and I knew this was going to be hard for him. The “C ” word is like taboo. Despite the statistics, when people hear you have it they automatically assume you will die. Most people don’t, but the treatments will sometimes make you wish you had. But I don’t want to get ahead of myself.
We told Bud on our way home. He cried a little and then held his head up and said “don’t worry Nana, its gonna be ok!” having two in my corner was a huge blessing already. Some people were not lucky enough to have anyone.
That’s why I want this blog to take off. To inspire people. To let everyone know that if you have no one in your corner, (or a whole team of supporters) I am here when you need someone nonjudgmental to listen.
God Bless you all!
Much Love, Lena