I am not your Hero!

I had cancer.  That's not easy to say, but you have to look at the "bright" side of things. 
I joined a gym and got cancer.  No really, for the first time in my life I joined a gym and started with the Zumba class.  It was fun, but hot.  Well three surgeries later I was sitting in chemo.  That first visit was interesting, to say the least.  Mary was the first person I shared the room with.  She referred to it all as her "Journey".  Okay, well I wasn't invited, and if I had been, I would have declined. 
Now before you all go off on your pity trip, let me assure you, it's not all gloom and doom.  First of all ladies, I didn't shave or wax anything for a year.  Yep, all summer, got up and without a thought I got showered (in less than 5 minutes) and dressed. Didn't have to think about shaving half way and wearing capri shorts.  I had no hair. Not a dime was spent at the salon for a whole year.  
Now people don't know what to say when they see me:  "Are you expected to make a full recovery?"  Umm, no I thought perhaps I could just lay down and die now.  "Are those your real boobs?"  Nope, the real ones almost killed me.  "So you are all set now right?"  Aren't we all? 
I love all the articles I read and shows I watched about all the help everyone received.  Okay, so where's my lasagna and why do I have tumble weeds flying through my house?     Of course the last thing I want to hear is, "You are my hero"  "You beat it" "You didn't give up".  Well I can assure you my brothers and sister didn't give up either.  They didn't lose anything, they earned their wings.  I didn't CURE cancer, I got cancer.  Trust me, I am no hero.
But all in all, I realized I have some incredible friends and family.  The next time we chat, perhaps I'll tell you all about the brownies.  :)