The End of My Journey

My tattoos are finally complete.  So that means my journey with cancer is complete.  While it is no longer an active part of my life, it is still part of who I am.  I am a 14 1/2 month survivor.

I still have days where I struggle with the emotional side of things.  I at least don't have to worry about looking at those nasty scars again.  Of course those scars could have been worse than what they were, but I don't have to look at them anymore.

I waited until all of my tattooing was done to post pics on here because I wanted people to see the entirety of the beauty of the tattoos together.  The symbolism with my tattoos is that the fairy blew the cancer away.

I don't know if I'll keep up with this blog since my cancer and reconstruction journey is over, but I am for sure leaving it up for anyone who happens to need it.  With that said, check out the picture area to see my final results.

Just remember, each of you are stronger than anything that tries to take you down.  Live each day to the fullest.  Don't let the small things in life ruin the bigger picture.  Always know that there are people out there who care.  Never give up on yourself.  Love yourself, battle scars and all.  Finally, there is always, always, always HOPE!

No, It Wasn't a Dream

So I wake up this morning and realize, the events of yesterday were not a dream.  More like a nightmare, but that's not it either.  This thing is real.  How real?  I'm sure that if I don't know more today from the MRI, I'll know it by early next week.

I've already made the decision of what I am going to do.  Anyone who knows me personally knows that I have spent most of my life fighting against things that were wrong.  Things that are so negative.

I have spent a lot of time with the why me's and why is this happening and poor pitty me and whatever else kind of feel sorry crap I could muster up.  Well, I know that the good Lord only gives you what you can handle.  I know, that no matter what goes on, I have HIM in my corner.  Oh, and don't forget that little bit of a Southern spitfire.

I really don't think this cancer knows who it started a fight with, but I'm already warning it, that it will have a new mudhole stomped in it's ass.

With all that said, I'm fixin to get ready to go get this MRI done.