Found out that someone I know has been diagnosed with MBC. It sucks that it’s not just me anymore and I don’t mean that in a jealous way, I mean it in a “it really sucks” way. Me having it was one too many as it was. I didn’t want to ever know someone else with it. I know the mind games it plays and didn’t want anyone I know to have to go through that.

The really extra sucky part is that it has invaded her organs. No treatment plan yet, but it doesn’t look good. And damned if I don’t know exactly how she’s feeling, I’ve just had longer to feel it than her. If there ever was a time when I could totally relate to someone and what they’re going through, it’s now.