I was diagnosed with HER2-Pos. breast cancer at stage 3. Went in for a mammogram cause of this impressive lump, not my breast (sadly). Went in Oct. come Jan. I was labeled with cancer What you talking about Willis?! And Willis was not his name! It felt as I got kicked by a horse again. I began to think on how I was going to tell my family. Called my husband at work told him the news, his response; "Well we got insurance so don't worry!" Got to love him. But as far as the kids were concerned, I had to be more creative. They understood and not one ever showed how scared they really were. Not until the treatments started, did the funny stuff begin. I had the first treatment; and three weeks later voiala; no hair. My kids would compare my bald head to my husbands; cause he would shave his head. But then it came to the mastectomy. Whoa! I had the one bad breast removed. But afterwards I would look in the mirror and I would tell my husband I think my chest is winking at me. There were alot of more jokes that came along; like telling my Pastor that the ornaments are being rearranged this year. (Yeah my Pastor!) Today I have been cleared of all cancer and I am now having my reconstructive surgery done this month. Just in time for Christmas. Like I said the ornaments. Humor helped me get through the most simplest of things during those times of treatment and even til' this day.

If I didn't make myself laugh or someone else laugh about the circumstance; then it becomes an akward moment. I may be akward; but I love me.