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In August 2017, I had an MRI. During it, I prayed for three things: a clear scan, that insurance would cover the cost of my prosthetic leg, and to find a person willing to be a surrogate for our child. Because of my rigorous chemotherapy regiment and surgery, my doctors advised that I should not try to become pregnant for five years.
The title of this post really is so accurate. Being a 2-time cancer survivor and an amputee is not always about empowering posts, challenging myself, smiles and running blades. Honestly, writing out that sentence doesn’t seem real. How can that actually be a description of my life? There are parts of this process that are still really hard. In fact, if you want my honest opinion, sometimes, they can kind of suck.
If I had to summarize, I think cancer has made me more human. I’m not a guru, or an influencer, or even really qualified on anything other than my own experience. This is not a place where I will reveal the secrets of “doing cancer well,” because I certainly don’t know what that looks like and don’t pretend I do. This blog is a place of reflection. Writing for you all has helped me process personally, and it’s helped me feel heard publically.
