To say cancer is a rollercoaster is an understatement. It’s ups and downs of emotions. It’s corkscrew plummeting of pain and side effects. It’s hidden turns and dark tunnels filled with nightmares. Most days are truly good, some great. Yet there are horrible days that are blanketed with depression and death.

What do we say to the god of death? Not today. And to quote Arya Rye as cousin Kevin has named me, Not fucking ever!

Today we celebrate! Every three months I get my cancer markers done. When they go up; I freak out, cry, alter my diet, and prepare for my demise. For the last few months my numbers have been increasing. As a competitive person those numbers are like a goal to beat and when I don’t I’m a pain in the ass. That being said, I know I’m super blessed. My numbers are statistically low for a Meta. But still they have a way of making or breaking you and those you love. They are on that same scary ass ride screaming “Fuck you Cancer!!!” at every turn.

Today Arya Rye said not today to the god of cancer markers. Today I proved once again I am the comeback kid. And as I hugged the love of my life I said “I’m going to beat this fucking disease.” And for that brief second we both smiled knowing that if anyone can do it I will.

Keep sending those prayers to the big guy. He’s listening. ❤️