Memories. Cancer took my mother 8 years ago, when I was only 22. I refused to learn more about it since it was an ugly disease everybody to run away when they were only hearing about it. It left me in pain and full of sorrows because I could not understand then how to help my mother defeat it.
Undesired news. At 25 a cold winter came into my life with an awful diagnostic. A cist of 2 cm was only the beginning to a new challenging life. It was almost Christmas when my doctor handled me a yellow paper where below my name the 'stage 2 breast cancer' words were lying with no sense for my understanding.
The bet. There are stages in the way you act when you are scared to death. First you deny it. Then you are looking for answers. Then you feel angry with everyone around you. Then you have to decide if you will let the battle win or you will win the battle. My choice was to fight it.
Difficult times. Cancer is not easy. It can make you become a bad or a good person. Depends how strong you are. For 8 months I had chemotherapy, a second surgery with lymph nodes removal, radiotherapy, daily visits to the hospital... handling my hair loss, my work, my every day tears and scare. My choice was to keep on being a good person and hope to live.
Live BIG. Is not easy, I know. Believe me - time is flying and if you point it in the future there are chances to make it. You just have to trust yourself, keep on smiling, hoping and living. Do everything you like to do, enjoy every day even more and keep fighting! :)
Bucharest, Romania