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Right now I am so scared. It seems like I am always tearing up. I feel like such a baby. I also feel like people are getting tired of me talking about it. But I can't seem to talk about anything else.
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Want to leave a comment? Login or Register now!Be strong to fight this, but being strong does not mean no tears!!!!!
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BubblesPickles - I found out less than a month ago that I have bc, and this site has helped me to deal. Reading others stories and comments means sooooo much. My friends are great, but they haven't been where we are. I know that some times it's hard for me to be totally selfish, but right now we have to be. This is all about us, and we need all the love and support we can get!!!!!!!! Be strong to fight this, but being strong does not mean no tears!!!!! Love and Support - Bubbles
When I found out that I had cancer, I read Psalm 121...many many times. This site is great for us who need to unload and have pity parties..that is why we are here. Us, sisters understand and there maybe a few brothers....
Soothing hugs and angels surrounding youPickles~ Have you tried writing a journal? Writing thoughts and feelings does help. People who have not had cancer do not understand us warriors! It's okay to cry, I still do..hahaha and I'm almost 4 yrs free!?!?!?!? When I found out that I had cancer, I read Psalm 121...many many times. This site is great for us who need to unload and have pity parties..that is why we are here. Us, sisters understand and there maybe a few brothers.... Soothing hugs and angels surrounding you
Love and Support from NJ,
DonnaIt's ok to be scared but, just know that "The will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you." You talk till your hearts content .. and then talk some more .. and if anyone gets tired of hearing it TO BAD .. no one will ever know what it is like until they walk in our shoes .. You will find many friends and sisters here .. You stay strong .. and we are here for you. Love and Support from NJ, Donna
I talked about it until people ducked under tables, hid in closets and came up with all sorts of excuses why they had no time for me. Because they were scared, they didn't know how or what to do, they don't understand...It wasn't happening to them. I couldn't talk about anything else either. I had a lot to talk about too, but it seemed like the cancer swallowed everything and when my lips moved it was all about the cancer. That "C" word is a scary word....That is why you can always rely on people here. We are here for eachother....I couldn't have gotten through my surgery 3 1/2 weeks ago if it wasn't for all the women I have met through this site.
It's perfectly fine to be yourself...Cry about it, talk about it...You are allowed. You know, my mom and dad went on a pre-planned vacation 2 days after I found out...I was a wreck and when my mom came back 5 days later...I was so upset that she didn't call me while she was gone (How was she supposed to know that I sat in the tub for 5 hours because of an anxiety attack!) She said, "I didn't want to bring it up and upset you, I figured if you didn't talk about it you'd have a nice weekend and forget what you were up against." Now, how ridiculous was that!!! I told her, "Because you and dad went on Vacation...my cancer stayed home with me."
Talk, Talk, Talk....you can talk here. Contact members privately and exchange phone numbers, private e-mails and you'll develop friendships. We can all help you with questions, fears and anything else.
I hope your boyfriend will be as wonderful to you as you were to him.
I will pray for you.
LauraIt's normal to be scared. You have the right too. I cried until my eyelashes fell out. I talked about it until people ducked under tables, hid in closets and came up with all sorts of excuses why they had no time for me. Because they were scared, they didn't know how or what to do, they don't understand...It wasn't happening to them. I couldn't talk about anything else either. I had a lot to talk about too, but it seemed like the cancer swallowed everything and when my lips moved it was all about the cancer. That "C" word is a scary word....That is why you can always rely on people here. We are here for eachother....I couldn't have gotten through my surgery 3 1/2 weeks ago if it wasn't for all the women I have met through this site. It's perfectly fine to be yourself...Cry about it, talk about it...You are allowed. You know, my mom and dad went on a pre-planned vacation 2 days after I found out...I was a wreck and when my mom came back 5 days later...I was so upset that she didn't call me while she was gone (How was she supposed to know that I sat in the tub for 5 hours because of an anxiety attack!) She said, "I didn't want to bring it up and upset you, I figured if you didn't talk about it you'd have a nice weekend and forget what you were up against." Now, how ridiculous was that!!! I told her, "Because you and dad went on Vacation...my cancer stayed home with me." Talk, Talk, Talk....you can talk here. Contact members privately and exchange phone numbers, private e-mails and you'll develop friendships. We can all help you with questions, fears and anything else. I hope your boyfriend will be as wonderful to you as you were to him. I will pray for you. Laura
SharonKHam:
I'm new to this whole cancer thing. I just found out two weeks ago that I have breast cancer. I was shocked but I'm surprisingly dealing with it better then what I ever thought. Are you a christian? I know that my faith is what is giving me strength. I talk a lot about my situation also and I know that is important. I'm willing to listen.
SharonKHam: I'm new to this whole cancer thing. I just found out two weeks ago that I have breast cancer. I was shocked but I'm surprisingly dealing with it better then what I ever thought. Are you a christian? I know that my faith is what is giving me strength. I talk a lot about my situation also and I know that is important. I'm willing to listen.