I have not thought of myself as brave. I can be a Badass, but that occurs when something, or someone pushes me too far. My daughters says, ‘At that point, you better run.’
People are calling me brave for traveling this Breast Cancer Journey , but the ones who are brave, are the ones who went before me, and shared their story. This lights my path, and helps ease my fear of the unknown. Those people are brave.
No matter what you’re going through, you are not alone. The enemy wants to keep you in solitude ashamed of what your outward appearance looks like during this battle. Put that stinkin’ devil under your feet! I knew God wanted me to share this journey, but at first I was afraid. I’m more afraid of being disobedient to God than anything else.
Surround yourself with people who will love you through it. Mr. Smith shaved my hair down to almost the skin this weekend. It was falling out anyways, but it took time and patience from a good man, to get me there. He is a chef, so he tied a bandanna to resemble a Chef’s cap. Be brave Beauties.
P.S. Another fear of mine was the port for Chemo. You can see the stitches in this pic. I love wearing tank tops when it’s warm, but there again, the scarring. My daughter said, “Own that tank top Mama. You look like you got into a bar fight, got stabbed in the chest, and won!”