Last Sunday my insta feed was filled with those celebrating World Cancer Survivor Day. And because I am still hormone deficient, or whatever makes a woman cry easily, eat anything salty, sweet AND in front of her....it was everything in my soul to not weep at the many stories I read.
Staring in the faces of people that have fought hard to stay alive. Hospital stays, PICC lines, bad news, good news, scary labs, biopsies, puke and bald heads...you name it. They've been through it all.
On top of that, they, like the hundreds and millions of others, as survivors...still wrestle with the "what-if's" And so they celebrate together. One big community of SURVIVORS.
The one thing cancer schmancer can't take away is your tribe. Well, for the most part, most of them stick around.
Built into OUR lives, is a story of our own.
The same, but not the same. Everyone fights different. Every one of those survivors leave a dusty road behind --- Sometimes the dirt and dust comes back and sheds more fresh dirt, but it's how we wipe it off.
Survivor.
Kris.
My hero.
2016
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| Mothers Day 2019 |
May 2019
A SURVIVOR because of you Piranha!
Hope your week is going good so far....
Love to you all,
Lisa
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