Bloggin' fool

Another morning I woke up, another day down. I have a couple of things I would like to talk about tonight, a couple of things to get off of my chest.
I'm feeling pretty good now and I'm getting bored at home. I think I'm ready to go back to work. I was sitting on the couch "massaging" my incision like my surgeon instructed me to do and flicking through the channels looking for something that was half way worth my time to watch. I settled on a show that I started watching the other night, but for one reason or another the channel got changed. Anyways the show is called "The World of Jenks" on MTV. The guy Jenks is following the lives of 3 people's but the one person this woman who is I would say 25 maybe? Is what struck me. She is an aspiring fashion designer in San Francisco she was diagnosed with swings sarcoma which is an aggressive none cancer and had to endure 8 months of intense chemotherapy, she blogged and documented everything. Six months later she was diagnosed with thyroid cancer. Seeing her pictures of her post op with the incision and the scar and hearing thyroid cancer I just broke down. Visually seeing someone else going through what you are going through just grabs the moats rawest emotions you have. I'm sure her thyroid cancer came from the intense radiation from the previous cancer. They did not say what type of thyroid cancer she had though, at the end of the episode she went for a 6 month check up which she does every 6 months, a pet scan every 6 months to make sure she is cancer free and.... They think they found a little spot of thyroid cancer on her lung. But it's so small they can't biopsy it they are just going to sit and wait on it. So of course I cried some more. Shit! What if that is my journey? What if this cough is cancer? I have thought about that woman all day, considering that show was taped already I wonder how she is doing today, this day, this very moment. I hope she beats thyroid cancer. That is a show I will be following.
Secondly my sweet innocent little daughters. I love them so dearly. My little 2 year old today playing with her older sister said she had to go to the hospital because she had a boo-boo right "here" and pointed to her neck. Right where mommy's boo-boo is. Their sweet little faces are what keep me going and what put the fight in me every day. They will never know that they are my Heroes. Now excuse me while I massage my incision for the evening.