Walking into the Cancer Center or the Women's Center at UNC, I'm usually the youngest one there by a long shot. I still feel an understanding from all the other cancer patients. They look at me and they just know. Sometimes they just give me the nod or the smile when they can tell I'm not up for talking, but every now and then, they'll start up a conversation. "So, what's your story?" People have no idea how great it is to have someone else know exactly what you're going through. Someone who's not going to always tell you not to worry and that everything will be just fine, but instead will let you vent and talk about how scared you really are.
I hear these stories about other cancer patients who fought such a tough battle against their cancer and cancer ends up taking their life. I feel this connection with them that few people can understand and it only makes me want fight harder and win my battle, for all those who lost theirs.
Cancer is an ugly, terrible thing that I wish didn't exist. I've been through many rough things in my life, but this is definitely the hardest battle I've ever had to fight. I still have quite the battle left but I still have plenty of fight left in me. And I will never ever give up. Life is too precious.
Also, my surgery is tomorrow morning so here's to hoping and praying that everything goes well! Thanks for all the prayers and well wishes. I love you all so so much!
**Also, I want to dedicate this post to Mr. Hackett, who lost his battle just a few days ago. But I know he's looking down on his family and friends and also everyone else who still has a tough battle to fight. I'm fighting this fight for you and everyone else who fought a long, hard fight. Rest easy. "Hackstrong"