Cancer. One word that you never want to hear. A word that starts with C. Cervical Cancer. A double word with C. It’s a fucking horrible word. I’d even prefer the other C word, to the dismay of my Mother; I have a gutter mouth at times but a heart of gold. However many stories that you hear, it doesn’t even matter whether you know someone that has had cancer, nothing can prepare you for when a doctor tells you the news that you do. Your world literally stops. And everything goes into slow motion. The things that you thought were important – some of them become irrelevant and your mortality – which I never really thought about becomes an issue that becomes so close to the front of your mind. Shit. Fuck. Shit. God. Ladies, seriously! I KNOW! That life gets in the way. I KNOW , that we are run ragged just to make sure that the bills are paid, groceries are done, jobs need to be attended to but for god’s sake, PLEASE make that appointment to get a pap smear. I forgot, put if
TRYING TO FIND THE BLISS IN THE MAYHEM OF EVERYDAY