The Friends We Make After Breast Cancer

I think it’s amazing that something so awful could actually put you in touch with some of the most amazing people. Breast cancer sucks, but the friends we make along the way are irreplaceable.

Sure, we meet because we are part of a group or go to an event or sometimes by accident, but we all have something in common. We made or are making our way through a breast cancer diagnosis.

We know what each other are going through or at least have an idea because really no two diagnoses are the same exact thing. We have an understanding of this or that, that someone who has never had cancer can never understand.

It becomes a bond that seals us together.

I love the friends I have made over the past 5 years. We start our friendship off with something major in common, stupid, dumb breast cancer.

Nadene and Heidi Kelly at Nadenes surprise party

We smile together, we hurt together, we cry together, we mourn together and then we laugh together.

Heidi Kelly, Rosemarie and Rebekah Faith at Channel 11 News Station

It doesn’t matter if we have never met in person either. My virtual breast cancer friends are just as important as the ones I have met in person. But when we do meet in person it’s like we have been friends for ages.

Each one of us is going through our own thing and yet someone out there will have experience in the problem you are having right now.

We congratulate each other on major and minor milestones. We support each other and we love each other. When one is down, we rally together to help.

We are sisters in a tragedy that many of us never expected, but have found some long time friends through it.

To all my sisters, the ones I’ve met in person and the ones I have yet to meet, I love you and thanks for being there when I need it and know I will be there for you when you need it.

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3 thoughts on “The Friends We Make After Breast Cancer

  1. Soy estudiante de cáncer de mama en etapa 3, Mexicana, esposa y madre un varón y dos mujercitas, mis apoyos, mi Madre mis hermanas como cuidadoras y porristas.

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  2. Pingback: Friends | Rants & Musings of a Breast Cancer Survivor

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