“There is a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance” Ecclesiastes 3:4
The truth is cancer is a very depressing topic. I have just entered the world of blogging and already sense the darkness of cancer. Truthfully that is not even the icing on the cake of what is still to come. However, I find it necessary to also discuss the other side of the cancer journey. You can either let the diagnosis bring you to this earth shattering place or you find ways to make it one hell of a journey.
After massive tear filled showers, I realized I had to find something to celebrate. So I did. I decided what better way to kick off chemotherapy than with a Pre-Chem Cancer Bash. That’s what I called it anyway.
The purpose of the celebration wasn’t to imply that this was in any way a joke. But sometimes in life you have to take the diagnosis by the balls and take back some control. I had no control over the spread of the cancer or treatment options. Regardless, chemotherapy was approaching and it was time to bid farewell to the old life and embrace this new person that was emerging.
My friends, brother and I decided to host this shindig at my friend, Angela’s house. We created a festive banner (in my opinion) and everyone wore their green lymphoma bracelets. We ate, drank, and just enjoyed one another’s company. We topped it off with a Chemolicious cheesecake because if you’re going to do something you better do it like a DIVA. So I did.
Life is going to throw you some really screwed up lemons. That’s what life does. It’s not always safe and constant. No matter how perfect people may appear on Facebook or Instagram. Life is messy. My life is definitely messy. That’s why I don’t hide behind it. It’s okay to say to the world that you’re sick. It’s okay to say that today really sucks and that you are scared. However, I made sure not to stay in that place. To stick my middle finger at cancer and prepare for battle.
I celebrated every milestone in my cancer journey. It was important for me to acknowledge that every step towards remission is worth remembering.
As the Godfather would say, its time to go to the mattresses.