There are so many events and experiences that make up your being. Some good, some bad. Some are result of your upbringing and out of your control, others are exact results of decisions you make in life. But each regardless of their origination build you, your character, your resilience, your compassion and empathy or lack thereof.
I have survived experiences in life that I wouldn’t wish on ANYBODY. But each experience and decision have made me who I am. All of me. I have had to rise from the ashes before and I will do so again.
I AM ALREADY DOING IT.
When Ruthie Lou died, I had a choice; have her death ruin my life or be the opportunity to build the life I always wanted. I chose the latter. I chose life and love. I chose to honor her, to be the mother I have always wanted. And I have done those things. I am proud of me.
Living with cancer is reminding me who I am at the core of my being. What I am capable of, who I want to be, the life I want to live, the love in which I want to be surrounded.
And, life is (still) good.
And I am a fighter.
A warrior, in fact.
I got this.
I know who I am.
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To follow my medical progress and the needs of my family:
I am mama of three beautiful babes; two sons whom I have the privilege of raising and my daughter who lived for 33 sacred days.