My fiance and I have been together nine years. We briefly separated for seven months last year (I dated, he didn't, we both realized that we were only meant to be with each other) and it honestly made our relationship so much better. We got engaged and started planning our wedding while I submitted all my paperwork for the US Navy Reserves. Everything was moving right along (fights with MOB, venue tours, etc) until on our anniversary he told me I needed to go to the doctor because he found A Lump.
Well I did go to the doctor. There was a lump. I had a surgical consult, then surgery, pathology, oncology, then the Official News: I Have Breast Cancer. Another surgery to make sure we got it all, now 20 weeks of chemo and radiation to try an make sure it doesn't come back.
At first I was devastated, now I'm accepting it as a Thing That Happened And I Must Deal With It. I'm trying to get back into planning my wedding, but my parents and family don't want to talk about it. They only want to talk about the Cancer (big
'C' because you can hear it in their voices) and not about the Future (because they're still scared and thinking I'm going to die stage). It's hard to be excited about anything when everyone is all Doom and Gloom all the time. It's ridiculous to stop my entire life because of a medical diagnosis that my team is positive that we're going to beat and this will all be a distant memory.
I'm not sure what the point of this post was. I'm frustrated that no one seems to see me as a person anymore. Now I'm just the Girl With Cancer Who Might Die, a title that I neither want nor claim. I'm the Girl Who Will Live Because I Beat Cancer's Ass, and won't let anyone tell me differently.