Being & Doing

I was prompted to write this about myself tonight:

Meanwhile, I just got a call from a friend who knows a newly diagnosed younger woman (@35) through a friend of hers. I urged her to urge the woman to get a second opinion rather than rush to surgery in a matter of days. I remember all too well feeling like I just wanted it OUT, but that's not how my treatment went. And I am SO glad that I got a second opinion. I hope that she will as well. Ugh - I know that I will hear this again and again, unfortunately, but the thought of another woman having to go through all that fear and uncertainty is sickening. Is doing the walks and being an advocate going to be enough for me as far as fighting back? And my friend, looking out for me, doesn't really want to burden me. It's considerate - but I don't feel burdened really. I feel like the breast cancer version of a " doula".

Not to be all self-important, but, if I can offer anyone any comfort regarding BC, then I feel like I'm chipping away at my/our loss; or the scare, or the pointlessness of cancer. It wouldn't be so unimaginably horrible if I am able to be some help to some one else. But I'd honestly prefer not hear about any more women, especially young women, being diagnosed. It's such a mish-mash (wow, really eloquent).
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On another note: I am a rock star in the eyes of the Tootin' Hills First Grade Brownies, Troop 61133. What a trip. (I was a chaperon for the school field trip today and saw many of the brownies). The girls are really funny, sweet and silly about their troop leaders. It makes me smile. And in case you ever have the slightest inkling to volunteer for something, there is a great pay-back in personal satisfaction.