What about Bob?
Nine years cancer free! Whoohoo or whatever. I mean, I don’t think it’s coming back but any survivor will tell you worry is the best
January 27, 2024
What is a Sister in Survival?
She’s broken.
Not new to pain. Not surprised by it.
She wakes up and does the thing—
lives in the moment—
because that’s what they say.
The ones who’ve never been here.
Some days she’s grateful.
Some days she’s pissed.
She asks why.
She blames herself—because it’s easier than the truth.
When she’s ready, she looks for meaning in the mess.
And some days?
There just isn’t enough Chardonnay for the shit show.
She is YOU.
She is ME.
This isn’t a competition.
It’s a journey.
And how we walk it matters.
Mine started in 2015.
Stage 2 HER2+ breast cancer.
No history. No warning.
I chose to give back.
This is my story—unfiltered.
To every warrior woman:
I see you. I stand with you.
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