Laurie Kingston's share post summed up most of my feelings. After 2 years my cancer metastasized. I took Femara, Arimidex, and now I'm on Xeloda. I never felt sorry for myself or wondered why me. Before my initial diagnosis, I was a worrier. These days I don't sweat the little things. I am happy to be able to get dressed in the mornings and come to work. Even when I don't feel so hot I still get up and thank God for the opportunity to be able to do so. The only person I worry about is my Grandson whom I love dearly. I pray to be able to watch him become a man. There are a lot of women at my job that are dealing with breast cancer, and I consider it a privilege to be able to talk with them and encourage them not to give up. I let them know that I am here if they have any questions and they can call me anytime. Life is to short and precious to let it just slide by. Some days are harder than others, but I realize I have to much to be thankful for. God is good and life is worth living, no matter what.
