|Breast Cancer Awareness|
Yes, it can happen
Difficult? It was a living hell at first.
|There are voluminous sites on the Internet dealing with
this disease so I am not going to do much preaching. My only hope is that every
woman reading this will be smart enough to take care of herself, and if she isn't, then I
hope her significant other, whomever it is, will do it for her.
I am one of the lucky ones that did take care of myself, and the cancer was discovered early. Not early enough, however, to avoid the painful surgery, chemotherapy, disfigurement, loss of hair, and fear of not being around to finish raising my youngest daughter or watching my grandchildren grow up.
But all of us "pink ribbon ladies" must remember how much we have to be thankful for. Wonderful strides has been made with cancer research in helping us fulfill that long, happy life, and reconstructive surgery can help give us our pride back.
If there is any advice I can give to women out there, it would be this: if you find a lump and are told it is not cancer, don't accept the first opinion. Go to another doctor and have another biopsy. I wish I had done just that. For you see, that is exactly what happened to me. It is only by the grace of the man upstairs that I happened to mention it to another doctor 2 months later.
No woman in this world could be more lucky than I to have all of the support I received. One of the funniest things that happened was when I was in the hospital, my son Brooks brought me a stuffed St. Bernard so I didn't miss our dog. He also brought 4 balloons that said "thank you". Questioning him (I thought they were probably on sale), his reply was, "It's a thank you Mom for having us 4 kids."
And speaking of support, with all the horrors you hear about chat rooms on the Internet, I give my heart to my friends on AOL in From the Right and From the Left. Although I have only met a couple of them personally, they are, without a doubt, a big part of my recovery.
How am I doing now? So far, so good. One of my biggest regrets is that was wasn't able to attend the 1997 Sturgis Rally and Races. To compensate we went to Europe for a month at the time of the rally. Europe was nice, but would I have rather been at the bike rally? You'd better believe it! The bike will be ready to roar next spring! Vroooooooooooooom.
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