RIP Elizabeth Edwards
Man, it absolutely breaks my heart to hear that breast cancer took another mother away from her young children. Her youngest children are 10 and 12 years old. I'm tearing up right now because for the first time, I see both sides in a way. I know what it's like to lose your mother to breast cancer as a child. I also know what it's like to have the disease and being forced to think about your own mortality.
I hate breast cancer.
Elizabeth Edwards' story makes me even more determined to come at my own breast cancer as aggressive as possible. For all we know, my breast cancer was gone as soon as the September surgery was over. I'm not worried about the breast cancer I have/had. The thoughts that keep me up at night is breast cancer coming back and making a better attempt at killing me. I refuse to let breast cancer get me too.
I want my death to be when I'm an old lady, surrounded by my family and my army of beagles. ARMY OF BEAGLES.