I decided to write My Cancer Story. Let me emphasize that I'm not writing it because I think I am going to publish my super-exciting story about that one time I had cancer. Haha, oh my stars, no. My story is like the million others of people who had cancer. My story is not crazy nor sexy nor cool. I didn't meet any handsome strangers and experienced The World's Greatest Love Story While Cancerings. I definitely didn't have any Terms of Endearment moments where I told my loved ones that I loved them and to take care of each other.
My Cancer Story is the story of a 30 year old woman who got diagnosed with early-stage breast cancer and experienced ten months of medical torture.
I decided to write My Cancer Story because I need to get these words out of my head. From age 14 up until when I was diagnosed at 30, I wrote in a journal on a regular basis. For long stretches of time, I would even write every day. It was my therapy. Sure I've blogged since my diagnosis, but I don't write all the details and feelings that came with being sick. This has been Writing Lite - no therapeutic qualities whatsoever. I feel compelled to write about my story so I can finally process all that happened to me. I can let myself really put all that emotional crap that I've been carrying with me for months and just move on. That's all I want.
Right now, I've just written snippets here and there, and I'm already at 5,000 words. I plan on using the blog as a great outline as to what happened and then I'll dig deep into my crazy craziness to fill in the rest. When I feel that I'm completely done with it, then I'll go from there.