🌸Doing it Afraid, and Closing a Chapter➡️

If I said I’m not afraid, I’d be lying.

The fears that were quiet are multiplying.

I’ve felt so good lately it’s hard

To consider letting down my guard.

A barrier of protection I’ve formed,

Against outside noises that swarmed.

I can see life ahead filled with peace,

But before then, I must release.

This hold cancer’s had on my life,

All the fears, the struggles & strife.

I release the dark places of then,

Hoping to never go there again.

My body and mind and my soul,

Have finally been made whole.

So for this next round, I’m prepared.

To go through it, although I may be scared.

This step will help me to turn

All of this time into lessons learned.

My hope is to share all that’s true,

With warriors fighting anew.

I’ve shed tears, broken down, and healed.

And through it all, God’s love’s been revealed.

So if I needed to go where I’ve gone

To help you, it was worth it all along.

Thankful for the price He paid for ALL!

When I think of the fact that Jesus was willing to sacrifice himself for me, so that my sins would be forgiven, and His mercy would forever be mine, I am overwhelmed with gratitude.

Knowing that I can lay down my guilt and shame over choices I made in this life is truly the greatest blessing I could ask for. So many years I spent carrying that baggage around before I finally understood that His forgiveness was always available;it was up to ME to accept it and let go of the weight I’d held on to for far too long.

The freedom that came with that acceptance is indescribable, and I will never take it for granted. It is my ultimate prayer that all can experience the wonders of a life free from all of that unnecessary weight.

May you all have a blessed and peaceful Easter weekend, knowing that He gave His life so that our lives, through the good and bad, may be peaceful ahead.

🌸🙏🏻💙

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✅Your Opinion of Me Will Not Change My Life’s Mission👌🏼

Don’t get me? Ok…

Just go on your way.

I’m passionate & true,

May not make sense to you.

I speak from the heart,

That’s not the best part.

I give credit undue

To those struggling through.

I know you don’t see

How you could ever be

In a place where you’d beg,

Or be on your last leg.

Wishing someone cared,

And your pain could be shared.

But this life gives us chances,

Lonely solo dances,

When having one on our side

Could ease bumps on the ride.

I’ll continue to give,

And help others live

The best life they envision…

That is my life’s mission.

Continuing to find those

Who want wounds to close,

Pain they’re willing to bear,

As humanity’s shared.

The fake and pretentious facades of this world,

No longer matter, true beauty unfurled.

To love other people, just as they are…

Knowing that with a village, we can all go so far.

Life’s greatest blessing, don’t blink or it’s gone.

Is a chance on this journey to feel less alone.

So, I get it, I may not be your cup of tea.

But when you need an ear, I hope you find someone like me.

💙

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💖Pink Does Not Represent Cancer!💜

Most days, I’m able to focus on how grateful I am. Being diagnosed 5 years ago now with breast cancer, successfully completing treatment, and about to embark upon the last leg of this treatment journey by undergoing reconstruction surgery, I am usually able to focus on my blessings. However, because of the challenges I faced while receiving treatment, the empathy for others experiencing a cancer diagnosis and treatment occasionally permeates by being.

Today is one of those days. I picked up my phone this morning and the first thing that popped up was an obituary for and old friend who’d spent the last eight years battling brain cancer. I do not pretend to fathom the pain, discomfort, and struggles he faced throughout that time. But I do know that more than anything, he was fighting with all that he had to make it until his son graduated from high school…that didn’t happen.

I lost a dear friend to cancer over 10 years ago. What started as pain in her arm quickly became a nightmare of chemo attempts, reactions, and complications. She was so full of life and ready to embark on new journeys, but her adventure was cut short, another life ending entirely too soon.

I lost another friend from high school a couple of years ago. Because I’d fought breast cancer, she thought our battles were the same, and that she just needed to stay positive. She was fighting brain cancer that had progressed to the point that she was suffering severe symptoms at diagnosis. Her body was only able to withstand one round of chemo. She only lived a few more months. She was so brave.

My sweet Daddy was diagnosed three years ago with Stage 4 Lung Cancer, with metastasis to the brain. He passed peacefully 11 days later, with the assistance of hospice. Although the physical process was deeply maddening to watch, I never left his side. The beauty of those eleven days with him tops my list of precious spiritual experiences on this earth.

What I went through with breast cancer was not anything I would wish on one more human being. However, there is no comparison to the bravery and grace displayed by each of these precious souls who ultimately lost the battle against the enemy that is cancer.

This is why I reject the term “Survivor”, as it somehow indicates that I did something right or better than those we’ve lost. I was lucky that my body could withstand the toxic treatment. We are all warriors, fighting similar, yet such uniquely different battles.

The fact that we have a Pink month dedicated specifically to breast cancer makes me sick. I would love to see the start of an #antipink movement, and recognize that cancer is the enemy, in every form and at every stage. Regardless of the treatment, side effects, and end result, pieces of our lives are being stolen. After all, statistics dictate that we will all know someone who is affected by this disease at some point in our lifetime. It is our responsibility to hold one another up, walk arm in arm, and love one other through every stage of the process. Hope and peace do not discriminate, neither should we in our support of one another.

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Poem: A Teacher’s Fear

To the kid in the hoodie whose name I don’t know,

I’m sorry about the way our interactions go.

It’s too bad no one’s taught you that we’re on your side,

Showing up every day to help you on life’s ride.

But you don’t trust easily, too many times disappointed.

Those who’ve let you down, more than can be counted.

So we tiptoe in the halls, passing without saying a word.

I just wonder how you’d feel if for once, you were heard.

Although I don’t know you, I’ve seen that look before.

And it comes with a story that’s too often ignored.

If you were my student, you could learn to expect.

That everyone deserves dignity and respect.

But we’re in such a hurry to get through every class.

No time to discuss things that won’t let you pass.

Society’s failing you, focused mainly on tests.

The scores will never matter if your mind cannot rest.

So I pass by you again, hoping you’re not the one.

That goes over the edge, and comes undone.

I’m sorry to judge, but the fears are so real.

I just want you to know, someone sees how you feel.

The unsettling situation isn’t working at all.

I pray for solution before any more fall.