Kiss My Grits, Cancer

Cancer can kiss my ass. Seriously. PUCKER UP! Pucker up big time.

An hour ago my mom was wheeled out of the OR from having a double mastectomy. My sweet, adorable, full of life, mama. I know she is hurting right now. She also had reconstruction with this surgery. I was trying to talk her into some double D’s, but no. She is gonna go for the nice perky ones. Right on, mama. You go.

She had a lumpectomy about ten years ago, then radiation, then special medication for five years. This time no radiation (thank goodness) but back on the meds for another five years. She is one helluva strong lady that I look up to and love very much. She is loved by her three grandsons, her two children, her husband, her brothers and sisters, friends, etc., etc. So, to put it plainly, she ROCKS.

Cancer is scary. Cancer creates fear and sadness. But you know what it can’t do? So much. I found this lovely poem online. Please read, feel inspired and tell cancer to suck it.

Cancer is so limited…
It cannot cripple love.
It cannot shatter hope.
It cannot corrode faith.
It cannot eat away peace.
It cannot destroy confidence.
It cannot kill friendship.
It cannot shut out memories.
It cannot silence courage.
It cannot reduce eternal life.
It cannot quench the Spirit.

Author: Dr. Robert L. Lynn

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