If you would see me today, you probably would not think that I was a cancer survivor at first look. At least, this is the reaction I get when I have shared parts of my cancer journey with others in-person. I guess this can make me think I look “normal”. “Normal” is a word that has been used in conversation regarding my appearance. Trust me, during my cancer battle, anyone could tell that I was sick. My appearance said it all. From my beautiful bald head, face mask covering (way before covid era), long sleeves blouses (to avoid sun burn), frail withering appearance, to my stylish fanny pack with chemo were just a few of the many signs that could lead people to think that I was sick. Despite, all these challenges, I walked tall when going in to the hospital or visiting other places. Despite any remarks, comments whispered or any weird looks given, I walked by with my head held high because I knew that with God by my side, I was fearless and strong, battling a giant (Cancer). Other people’s rude comments or whispers would slide off me because I tried to keep a strong state of mind. I was battling for the most important thing ever. I was fighting to stay alive.
While, I did look sick, some of the other cancer patients whose treatment was not as harsh as mine did not have the same physical signs of sicknessas I did. Now I recall my experience and try to use it on my daily interaction with people I encounter because no one ever knows what another might be facing in their lives. Anyone you come in contact with at any time may be facing a giant in their life such as cancer or something else and it might not be noticeable. Although this was taught to me by my mom, my experience helped me re-enforce it, be kind to everyone that comes across your path, for they may be fighting a battle you don’t know anything about.