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Busy Having Fun!

I thought it was timely to take my own advice, after sharing three days of reality I knew I wanted to pick things up. In saying that, I honestly believe that whilst I shared some difficult sentiments of facing cancer, I also highlighted just how important life is and why you should make the most of it… celebrate life and enjoy life. So that’s why, my blog stops here today… I’m off to my first ever Melbourne races (Cox Plate) and I endeavour to soak it up and not worry about getting a blog up in time.  Whilst I know it would be entertaining for me to post a blog after a day of champagne, I won’t do that to you all. So today… I’m busy having fun! Happy Saturday everyone… you can see some pics of my day on Instagram (@becbraid). Bec x P.S. I have been receiving some beautiful and warm messages of support from likewise beautiful people.  I always write back to everyone, so bare with me getting back to you as I’m …

The Bad Days

I was reviewing journal entries when I came across one in particular… the pit of my stomach immediately dropped, I felt sick and reading the words took me back to a place where I wasn’t ‘good’. It’s an angry day, a poor me day and reading it back, pains me with sadness I’m going so well now, however, this is a dark reminder of the pain anyone endures in a battle against cancer. Today and the next two days touch on subjects that aren’t lollipops and rainbows.  Whilst my outlook on life is one to be excited about, it wasn’t always like that.  In terms of raising awareness, I owe it to fellow fighters, survivors and lifers to paint a picture of reality as well as the joys when you finally get out the other side. Please enjoy (maybe ‘enjoy’ is not the right word, maybe… please watch with an open mind and consider all people who have faced adversity of some sort).  The first of three in this series…

The fear…

Tonight I share a very short snippet of a woman interviewed under the 800 Young Women campaign ran by the NBCF.  It touches on the fear of cancer returning.  This is a fitting ‘lead in’ to what I will be talking about over the next few days…  I will touch on ‘The bad days’ (because I wasn’t always positive), and facing the fear of death.  Confronting mortality prior to old age is a serious haunt that affects every part of you and your loved ones. Bec x

YOU are not your Cancer!

I get pretty fiery about this… hence creating a blog dedicated to this topic. You are not your cancer… Not a number… Not a statistic… YOU ARE A HUMAN BEING. There are good doctors, bad doctors and great doctors… You are entitled to a great doctor who listens to you, respects your concerns, gives time for your questions and treats you with respect. Just because a doctor is assigned to you in the general referral process, DOES NOT mean you have to use them and DOES NOT mean you can’t seek a second opinion. I’ve been pretty fortunate with my care, I’ve only changed one of my doctors because it just didn’t sit right with me. More importantly though, building a relationship with your doctor takes time and you need to be true to yourself in what is acceptable and not acceptable. One of my initial specialist consults had me fearing for my life… yes, I know, I had cancer and it was threatening my life. However, when I go to hear about treatment and …

Hair Diaries

When I had finished my treatment, the first thing I wanted to know, was how long it would take to grow my hair back. How long until it covered my scalp? How long until I could style it? How long until I could colour it? How long until I could pull it back into a ponytail? How long until I could curl, straighten it etc. I wasn’t sad when I lost my hair, I’d entered fight mode and I knew this was just part of the process. I was more worried about my loved ones, because hair loss provides that visual and stark reality that I was fighting cancer. I was worried for my beautiful girl who was eleven at the time and I was worried that I might scare my seventeen-month-old baby boy. I cut a lot of my hair off before I lost it. I went to just below my shoulders, I look at this photo now and actually think it looks really long (compared to my hair now, yet at the time …