I tried to remain positive during the months of my treatment, although I have to admit that it wasn't always easy to look at the bright side. There were days when I hurt so much that I couldn't get out of bed except to go to the bathroom. There were nights when Mr. B rubbed lotion on my arms that were covered with itchy chemo rash to help calm me. I remember the shock of seeing my chest after surgery. Even now my body is so swollen from steroids that my wedding ring won't fit on my finger. And I don't know which is worse, my swollen face or my semi-bald head. But there is an incredibly bright side ... I've survived breast cancer. In the upcoming months my strength and hair will return, and the chemicals will leave my body. And for the rest of my life I'll have a special place in my heart for my family and friends who supported me during this difficult time.
Today I'm celebrating LIFE.
