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Cancer Sucks

I'm sure saying "Cancer Sucks" doesn't really surprise anyone. Everyone can agree on that. I think most people have been affected by cancer in some way either directly or indirectly. I was around 9-ish the first time I heard the word cancer. A woman who I had grown up with was diagnosed with breast cancer. I remember watching her struggle and fight. I remember her losing her hair. But, most of all I remember her spirit. She stayed so positive through the whole experience. Even today she is one of the most positive people I know. Three months after Mr. Mayer and I got married Walt was diagnosed. The next 8 months were some of the toughest of my life. To this day it has had a profound impact on my life as well as Mr. Mayer's. You don't get over something like that.  My heart breaks every time I hear about someone being diagnosed. My heart aches for them, for their families, then I feel a little relief that it's not me. Then I feel guilty for that relief. But, if I'm being honest, I think that's how most people feel. A little bit of relief.
Why am I rambling so? I think I've said it before, but I'll say it again. I use blogging as a stress relief. It usually helps me to process things that are going on in my life. Yesterday a friend was diagnosed with breast cancer. We just met this year. Our daughter's are in Pre-K together. She is one of the most amazing people I know. She has a kind and loving spirit. When we met I instantly liked her and knew we would be friends. She is a mother of 4 great kids and has a husband who adores her. The day she found a lump is a day I know she won't forget, but I don't think I will ever forget it either. All I can say is SELF EXAMS PEOPLE. SELF EXAMS. They save lives.
I have no doubt in my mind that she will over come this. I am heartbroken because I don't want her to have to go through this fight. I don't want her family to have to go through this fight. But, I know that she will do it with humor and grace. She has an overwhelming support system to walk through the journey with her. Most of all she had a positive attitude. I don't think she has any doubt she will overcome this. It's just a bump in the road. A crappy bump, but a bump nonetheless.
So, now that I have been Debbie Downer I have one more thing to say~
Go Team Shannon!!

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