The Woman In Me Is Stronger Than The Damned Cancer

The happiest day in my life: the day I graduated and a routine check with the doctor after that. 

I had everything: a diploma in my hands, a happy family, and a fiancé. 

And then everything changed. 

I will remember doctor’s words forever: 

– It doesn’t look good. Maybe you have cancer. 

I cannot have cancer. This happens to someone else. Check it once again then tell me. I hear about it, listen to it, I know the people who had the disease, but IT CANNOT BE ME. 

This is what everyone thinks; this cannot happen to me! 

And, of course, it can, maybe even tomorrow, so after you read this: SCHEDULE A MEDICAL EXAM. 

Therapies started one after another, and the one thing I was afraid the most was hair loss. 

I had long blue nurtured hair I always boasted about. It started to fall; soon I became bald. 

My friends and colleagues didn’t know what was happening; I didn’t want to talk about my illness. 

One day I took the train, and I remembered it was a very lucky day for me. I started to recover, and my tests looked better. 

While I was sitting and looking out the window, I heard two boys laughing. I turned and saw one of them pointing at me and the other one said:”You don’t even know is it a male or a female. What a freak!” 

Something broke inside of me. I wrapped my jacket around my head and just wanted to cry and cry. I had to get up and go out to the next station and had to pass the two of them. When I was at the door, I got an outstanding strength, turned around and said, 

– I HAVE CANCER! I LOST ALL MY HAIR! I LOVE LIFE, AND I HAVE THE RIGHT TO LIVE! SHAME ON YOU! 

The two men lowered their heads and didn’t say anything. The people in the train began to applaud, and I proudly came out of the train, hurrying home to write in my diary what I want to do in life from that day on. 

I came and wrote everything I longed for, but didn’t have the courage. 

I wore wigs and caps, hiding my head, hiding my illness, scared. 

Since that day I began saying: 

I’M STRONGER THAN THIS! I WILL FIGHT! 

I love this life, and I don’t know how long I will still be here, maybe a month or two, perhaps ten years, who knows? 

But I know that cancer will not stop me from being a WOMAN AND LOVED. 

I don’t have hair, I’m going to have a breast surgery soon, but I AM GRATEFUL I’M ALIVE. 

I am grateful that I  appreciate people for what they carry in themselves, not in what they carry on themselves. 

That’s why you can never judge people; you never know what lies behind it. 

It doesn’t matter if we are bald and in what way we have lost hair, it is crucial that we are GOOD PEOPLE.