I’ve started to tell people I have breast cancer.
With every person I tell it feels more real, and further than that, I start wanting to fight back.
It’s funny when telling people, they all say “you’re such a strong person, you’ll be able to fight it.” But am I strong? I certainly didn’t feel strong two days ago, or even yesterday. I felt vulnerable and dazed and lost. But the more I share the more real it becomes, and the more I realize I must become strong because this is happening and there’s no going back in time.
So people are finding out slowly. Person by person I drop the C bomb, and they’re all shocked and all incredibly supportive. It’s amazing.
Telling people is a good thing. I was a crazy to wait so long.