Now that chemo is finally over, and I’m feeling better, I want to share how my story all began on Facebook, and why I decided to share and be honest with my journey. I was just too fragile in the beginning to process the events, but this is how you all came to know about me in one day:
The day after I was diagnosed with breast cancer, my dear friend Kellie surprised me with a Go Fund Me campaign to help with the medical expenses that I was about to endure. I went to bed that night knowing she had sent it to a few email addresses as she is not on Facebook. To be honest, I thought this might be a good way to let some of my friends know as I didn’t have it in me to keep telling my story over and over. But, somewhere in the night, someone shared this campaign on Facebook. I woke up the next morning to countless voice and text messages. I didn’t even know what had happened until I started reading the texts. Then, I got on Facebook and realized what had happened and how many times the campaign had been shared. Everyone knew. Holy crud. I was so overwhelmed. At first, I wanted to hide. I hadn’t even had time to process the news myself. I was still hysterical, and the cat was really out of the bag. Big time.
Then throughout the day, as the messages came in, I read and listened to each and everyone of them over and over again. My tears stopped. My hysteria dissipated. My heart beat regulated. My breath calmed. I could not believe all of the love that was being bestowed upon me. It was such a gift. A gift that I did not know I needed. With the click of a button, Facebook told everyone my story. And everyone swooped in to tell me how much they loved me. So, in a very bizarre way, I have to give credit to Facebook for mounting my soldiers. In one day, I had an army standing behind me. And this army got me through chemo. My army, I thank you.