I’ve never really understood why awful things happen to good people. I had a awful, abusive childhood. Then I married a monster. Not that I knew it at the time. I ended up a single parent to my four awesome kids. When it was finally time for me, I get handed a diagnosis of a rare and aggressive breast cancer. Well….that’s really fucked up. I’m a good person. I did good things, treated people right, gave where I could and busted my ass supporting my family. I know good people who have such rotten luck in life it makes you wonder what is wrong with this picture? When you’re diagnosed with a life threatening beast you wonder, why me? Oh and it’s so easy to spiral down that dark path of self pity. It happened throughout my treatment and happens now as a survivor. Why now? Oh you know….odds. Percentages. Lingering side effects.
It’s so unfair. I know I know, that’s life.
As always #fuckcancer