Some off my scars are what are visibly left behind since the beginning 13'ish years ago. Scars are what people see or remember. My brain and my body remember so much more. Memories (good and bad), hardships, perseverance, decisions, determination, emotions, thoughts, love, denial, acceptance, crying, laughing, joking and anger.
This has formed me into who I am. I am not cancer, I am not in remission, I am not sickly looking and I am not perfect. I am who I am. I'm a wife, a mother, a daughter, a friend, a cosmetologist, a fighter, a sister, a lover, a believer, a hardass, a jokester, a pitbull adorer, a crier and I could go on for so many more things.
Cancer shouldn't defy me as sick or dying, it should defy me as a fighter, along with anyone else with an illness. We just have a few extra bumps along the way in our life that makes us who we are and who we are inspiring to be. This is isn't just for myself, but for others with illness(es) not always seen by the eye because you don't have to look sick to have something unhealthy going on inside body.
My 13 year cancerversary passed in August. It came, it went and yet I still have cancer. Cancer has become my best friend because it doesn't leave, it spreads and it let's me help others.
For all of my friends who I know who are going through or have bumps going on in your life, stay fighting always because in the end it's your life and not your illnesses life🎗
#cancer #cancersucks #stupidcancer #fuckcancer #thyca #fight #stillgoing #living #burnt #getbusyliving #standuptocancer #mystory #307 #truthaboutTC #fighter #metastic #wearesurvivors #youngadult #cancerawareness #su2c