The truth is I never felt brave, badass, or blessed. I never felt like a warrior or a survivor. To me, “survivor” felt like a word you use when you think you’re going to die, but you don’t. I never thought I was going to die. Not then anyway…someday, yes, of course. I was diagnosed, I had two surgeries, I had 4 weeks of radiation and then I moved on. Onward and upward. Whats next? Let’s do this thing called life. It was a thing I had gone through, like many other things. It wasn’t pleasant but it wasn’t horrible. It was just a life experience like many others. I wasn’t being brave or pretending it didn’t happen. It just was and now it wasn’t. I didn’t go to survivor groups, I didn’t talk about my breast cancer unless someone asked. Hell,…
This is only a snippet of a iPhone Photography Article written by Nanette
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