This year July 8th came and went. Honestly, I didn't even realize that it was July 8th until that evening. Hey, it's summer. All the days run together for me!
The minute I realized it was July 8th I got butterflies in my stomach. Two years ago, on July 8th, was when my Dermatologist told me that I had melanoma and it didn't look good. I relive that day constantly. I am always thinking about that day and how it could have been different. But, it can't be different. It is what it is.
I won't lie, cancer sucks! Majorly! But, I have a wonderful support system and I have a great outlook on life. There is absolutely no reason that I would ever consider giving up. It's really not even an option. Sometimes this fight gets old, but the alternative really isn't all that appealing to me! I truly feel like I am one of the lucky ones. Many people with Stage IV Melanoma don't make it this long. And look at me! Here I am. Two years later, spreading awareness about the dangers of tanning and the sun, taking care of two beautiful children, and kicking cancer's ass! I'm pretty much a rock star:)
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