Happy Cancerversary To Me

10 years ago today -10/8/2002, I woke up, fuzzy, in a bright room, with stark white walls. The first thing I did was place my right hand over my left breast to see if it was still there. Then I saw my husband, with tears in his eyes, and he said, “It was bad. The cancer is in your lymph nodes. You are going to have to have chemo.”

Then I remember thinking that I should probably call my hairdresser to get my haircut short, and damnit, I didn’t want to be bald.

And then I thought, “F*%# cancer. This is not how my story ends.”