[12-18 weeks of chemo is going to reduce my risk of recurrence from 25% to 8%. No brainer, right? Then why does it feel so bad right now?] September 30, 2015

I hate looking at this picture. It depicts exactly how I was feeling.

Crushed.

Alone.

In disbelief.

Will happened to be out-of-town. Thank goodness I was with a good friend at her house when I got the call from Dr. M. He is a caring physician with a great phone-side manner, but nothing could soften the blow of him saying the words It seems that chemotherapy is going to do you a lot of good. He tried to temper it with tales of other patients texting him photos while waterskiing and huckleberry picking in McCall during treatment, but all I could see were bouts of nausea, vomiting, and hair loss. No one could tell me any different. I wasn’t ready.

After I got home and put the girls to bed, I aimlessly and obsessively paced around the house – not knowing where to go or how to shake this terrible feeling.

Luckily for me, I remembered the supportive community that was always at the ready.

My SAVIORS.

Within minutes, they were standing next to me and replacing my loneliness with a miracle.

#anythingformygirls #shitdamnmotherfuckercraphelldonkeyballs

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