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3 years ago i was diagnosed with a very aggressive form of stage 3 breast cancer.. this is where i believe the beginning of the change of my life really began. Tho me and my spouse of the time where already arguing a good bit (usually over therapies for our son) he became quite abusive, mentally & physically, while I was undergoing chemotherapy. The instant he wrapped his hands around my neck (as I was trying to go out the door for chemo), I knew our marriage was over. Yet there I was, in southern Florida, states away from any family or friends, and going thru numerous surgeries and many therapies, fighting for my life. How could I leave? So I waited almost a year until after the major surgeries where over before I could leave. People have always told me what a strong woman I am, and I have always thought so myself, but recently I have begun to wonder.. am I really a strong woman or am I just an insecure lil girl keeping every thing inside, ergo appearing strong to the outsider? ahhhh points to ponder lol.. Even tho the past 3 years have been the hardest, by far, of my life, I dont feel sorry for myself and cant stand the thought of someone else feeling sorry for me either.. so why am i writing this? I dont really know lol but I can tell you I have been cancer (and husband..lol) free for 2 years now! My son and I live in Cary NC, where he attends a private school for "out of the box thinkers" named Jordan Lakes School of the Arts. We come to Charlotte about every other weekend to visit with family and friends (he is usually with his dad on those weekends)
