I know I said I wouldn't be on for a while, but guess what: I lied. Yesterday was probably the most pivotal day of my life. So I have 2 important things to say.
1- For lack of a better phrase, I had a religious experience yesterday. I have been praying for this not to be cancer, but the tidal wave of love/vibes/prayers/ whatever has been more of an answer than I could have hoped for. I'm overwhelmed and in a good way. Believe it or not, I feel blessed and, crazily enough, happy. I fell asleep last night with a smile on my face, and woke up this morning refreshed. Which brings me to #2.
2- You know what? Fvkc this cancer. It does not get to dictate how I feel or what I get to do. I've been approaching this all wrong. I've been letting the pain and the fear keep me down, order me around and worry me into a tizzy. But that is done. If I want to laugh, joke, be silly, etc. I will. I came to this epiphany yesterday when the following conversation took place. I got a call from a friend while all of our people were at our house:
Friend: OMG, Ww, are you alright?
Me: No, really, I'm not. But I will be. Turns out I have cancer.
[outburst of laughter and loud conversation around me]
Friend [long pause]: What now? You have cancer?
Me: Yeah, I do.
Friend [longer pause]: Um... are you having a... party??
Me: Apparently I am!
Friend [absolutely nonplussed]: So let me get this straight. You have cancer, and you're having a party.
Me: Well, hiefer, I didn't PLAN on having the cancer OR the party, but it seems I now have both.
Friend: Well, I'll be there in half an hour!
I plan to treat this cancer with the utmost distain and disrespect. I plan to ridicule it at every opportunity. I will not revere it or bow to it. Sht. Y'all are right. This thing picked the wrong btch.
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