How did it happen? I felt fine. I was surrounded by family, friends and doctors.
“We’ve got this,” “You’re going to be fine,” “You’re strong and tough,” and my personal favorite, “It’s only hair.”
At 3:00 in the morning I didn’t feel any of these things. I felt sheer fear. I had my faith and it was strong, but I needed someone that knew how I really felt and could truly understand the part of my brain that never shut off.
Showing up at the first survivors support meeting was easy. I can talk to anyone. But as I walked in, I found I didn’t have to say a word. They knew. I could see in their eyes they had stood in the same shoes I was wearing that day.
I knew then I was going to be okay. Maybe not that day, but one day. The hugs to share in your joys and hands to lift you up when you’re down and always there.
This is a sorority that no one ever wants to join, but once you’re in you wonder how you ever made it without them. Yes, the doctors saved my life but the ladies of Women Rock saved my heart and soul.