It's crummy outside and I like it

Today is October 6th, we're one day shy of 21 weeks since my diagnosis. That's half a pregnancy, yet instead of growing something, I'm killing something... there's something strange about that.

I am a WARRIOR! Actually, chemotherapy is the warrior. I'm just facilitating it. Good thing I went into this strong because it could down-right kill the entire person trying to survive it. BUT, as it is, I feel good today and not just because of the news yesterday, but also because every single day I feel my strength coming back. I'm panting less when I walk up the stairs, I'm less dizzy and I think I might even see some peach fuzz growing on top of my head. These are ALL signs that I'm getting through this.

Have a I mentioned how much I love fall? The change of season looks good through my new life lenses.

Surgery is on Monday. Please send your positive thoughts, prayers and healing energy. I think y'all are helping me survive this better than the average person... am I a lucky girl or what??