One year anniversary
- Deb Dekoff
- Aug 16, 2017
- 1 min read
One year ago today, I received a call that rocked my world. There was no doubt - just a "cut it out."
Little did I know the roller coaster I'd be on.
Hang on for your life.
Fight for your life.
Poison the body.
Recover from poison.
Radiate the body.
Burns on the outside - what the heck does the inside look like?
No, you can't get reconstruction with an implant without major surgery.
Why? We just destroyed your tissue - it won't hold.
Fatigue. Extreme fatigue.
Get strong - go to the gym.
Work out.
Ignore stupid comments.
Work out some more.
Hair is growing back.
Ugly hair.
Color it: Purple, lavender, blue, black, grey, and red. Cut it.
Still, not me. Nape tattoos, wearable art.
Eat healthy.
Work out smarter.
Research cancer treatments.
Share research. Research some more. Create a private Facebook page for women fighting cancer. Because they sometimes just need the understanding of someone else who is going through the same thing.
And where am I today?
Smarter.
Fitter.
More creative. More traveled.
Wiser.
Knowing of who and what matters.
And who and what doesn't.
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