Last night while on my random Thursday night adventure with my survivor sister Mia, so many things came to light. The main thing we had revelations about is our strength. The strength we have is immeasurable. I have seen men break down at the thought of cancer winning this battle. While women stand taller than ever when facing cancer. My survivor sisters and I are the strongest people I know. We are strong for ourselves but also each other. That is the definition of strength. It's not measured by how much physical weight you an handle but the mental, emotional,spiritual,and physical strain that is put on us daily.
We can sometimes carry our friends and family through cancer, not the other way around. We can sometimes be the ones who show everyone what being strong really means. I remember when I was about 9 years old I got a picture from my mom and dad. It was a gymnast on the balance beam, and the picture said PRIDE, Thats's what little girls are made of. Which I truly lived by the moment after I received that picture. However now I realize that is not at all what little girls are made of. It is strength, strength is what I am made of. Strength is what my survivor sisters are made of and strength is what keeps us together, makes our bond strong which in turn makes up even stronger women. The fact that people often forget that i'm sick is bittersweet.
When people look at me like I am a regular person it makes me feel normal, but it means people forget i'm a person that has been poisoned for months by chemotherapy drugs to cure the cancer. I have cancer regardless of how I look or act, the point is no matter what is going on I have cancer. My strength allows me to get out of bed and to put a smile on my face everyday. We all have a different story, yet we all have the same story our strength through the highs and lows of cancer can be compared to nothing. Pride nor sugar spice and everything nice is what we are made of. Strength is what little girls are made of.
XOXO,
Marecya
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