Surrendering to the fact that you will never truly know the answer to why you got cancer is so incredibly challenging. But finding your own truth, well that’s an intense journey. It’s the lingering question right? You’ve been diagnosed and are going through the motions but one question just keeps stopping you in your tracks. “Why did this happen to me?”
After 2 separate surgeries I now have 4 scars on and around my right breast. Strangely I actually cherish them, they are the perfect reminder to live fully and not take life for granted. I understand this isn't the case for everyone, but wanted to share my scars more intimately for anyone who may be interested.
There’s no other way I can explain it other than surreal. It was numbing, acceptance and disbelieve all simultaneously. At 36 I was told I have cancer in my breast and lymph nodes.