April of 2015 was a month that changed my life forever. It catapulted me into a year of dealing with lumpectomies, biopsies, chemo, Tamoxifen, forced early menopause, oh…and finally a double mastectomy with reconstruction. All of which sucked the big one. But….as Celtic warrior chicks do….I kicked arse and took names. Or something along those lines. I had my “boo hoo” days along the way….you know….the days where you are curled up in a fetal position crying for your Mammy. Ya….those days really sucked. But….I pulled me socks up, and vowed not to live in my “boo hoo” days, and instead to figure out a way to make this shite storm work for me.
And I did. Somehow, somewhere inside me, I figured out that I had a way with words, (although the Sisters of No Mercy told me I was complete shite at writing in school) and how I described the experience/challenges I was going through resonated with people. I started posting on Facebook, and people really responded to what I was saying. In fact that’s the reason I’m starting this blog…..because of those said responses.
Now, I haven’t got a bloody clue how to write a blog…..but I’m willing to give it a try. Maybe no one will read it. And if they do, they might think it lacking….but I think it’s going to be a way forward for me. A way to heal, grow, learn, and possibly guide others sailing through their own shite storm.
Bare with me tribe. These are uncharted waters for me. The things I can guarantee with this blog attempt are honesty, humor, some swear words (but with an Irish twist), a fair amount of shenanigans….and a wee bit of malarkey thrown in.
I will be heading out on a trip of a lifetime in a week. Australia and New Zealand here I come. And along the way, I will be meeting with women in each country that I follow on social media. Women who are either surviving breast cancer themselves, or are working to help heal and rehab those of us who have gone through treatment for cancer. In a way, I’d like to think of myself as an Ambassador……of Boob Cancer. Connecting women all over the world who have gone through what we have gone through. Why reinvent the wheel ladies….instead lets learn from our sisters in arms (or Boobs), and lets make our tribe bigger and better. Ps….men are welcome too! One percent of males get breast cancer….so dudes….check your pecs!!!
So strap on your life jackets tribe. We are heading out on a journey of discovery….and again…..with some shenanigans and a wee bit of malarkey.