When life doesn't feel real.
I was diagnosed with stage 3 invasive breast cancer in September. Since that time, I've endured 3 rounds of dose dense chemotherapy. When I have a moment to sit and think about how my life has changed over the last few weeks, it doesn't feel real. It's as if chemo, sickness, tiredness, frailty all belong to some other girl, not me. It feels like I'm sitting on the sideline, distanced, watching, mouth agape at what is happening to this girl I used to know, but now, I don't even recognize. I see the toll it is taking on my family. Sean wouldn't dare say it or complain, but he is working his ass off to care for both me and the girls. He gets no down time, no break. He sees it all. The pain, the tears, the isolation. I'm grateful for him. He's the only one I feel I don't have to hide from. I can be me. I don't have to put on a brave face. My children. They don't understand what is happening to me or why. Millie tells