You have all read my posts in which I told you about my daughter Lisa and her fight against breast cancer. She is The Superhero I wrote about.
Today, she speaks for herself. These are her words.
Mine Is Not To Ask Why
This month, a little more than most, I think about what I have been through, what I have lost, and what I have gained. I never ask, “why me?” I am always grateful it was me. I had my mother’s strength and my father’s stubbornness to get me through it. Someone else may not have been a lucky as I was…am.
October is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month, but for some of us, those like me and our families, every month is breast cancer awareness month. When you hear those words, “you have cancer,” you are never more aware. That feeling, the awareness, it never leaves you.
Tonight I sat with my daughter and watched a speech by Kelly Corrigan (breast cancer survivor, author) posted by my mother. Emily and I held hands and cried together, grateful for what we have gained and all that we are lucky to still have…each other.
Sure, I have been through what some call “Hell,” but I never saw it that way. For me, it was just a journey to get to the other side. Just one more thing to get past and then move on. People sometimes say to me, “so-and-so died of cancer.” My only response can ever be, “I’m not doing that.” For me, having treatment and getting on with my life was the only choice. IS the only choice. Surviving is the ONLY choice.
Now, I use my experiences to make others aware of just how a diagnosis of cancer can change your life, even if it’s not you who is diagnosed. My cancer affected everyone around me: my parents, my husband, my little boys, and my daughter. Now I spread the word through my writing, my big mouth, and by walking the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer every year and raising money for research and other programs.
Mine is to do.