Dear Followers,
I apologise for leaving you all such a shamefully long period of time without a blog entry. Life gets very busy at times, or to be more precise I managed to find myself an absolutely amazing boyfriend; sorry people of internet land, but cuddling beats blogging just about any day of the week.
Essentially, training for a marathon bike ride isn't that complicated. Basically, you ride your bike, until your body becomes accustomed to riding, and you can ride more and more. I began to understand that preparing for this bike ride is really a two step process ie
1) Bike Training
2) Bike event
Life likes to throw curveballs at you though, and now my bicycle event has become a bit of a three-step process. This morning my Dr. diagnosed a tumor in my breast. Now, over the next few weeks/months/however god-damned long it takes I will be undergoing various tests, surgery, and follow-ups until such time as my body is cancer cell- free. So here's my new three step process.
1) Anhilate tumor/cancer.
2)Bike Training
3) Bike event
Now, I could start quoting from the hagakurae, or Sun Tsu's "The art of war" I'm a well read and learned woman like that. I've also done a fair bit of martial arts training, enough to spout tough chick platitudes until the sun goes down, the cows have come home, and the fat lady has sung until blue in the face.
I'm not going to quote, I'm going to use my own words here.
I am going to war on this tumor. I will use every scientifically proven technique available. I am not afraid of scaples, of hard ionising radiation, or of cytotoxic chemical compounds. I am confident that the strength, tenacity and reserves in my body are greater than that of this piss-ant clump of parasitic cells.
I am a logical thinker and an athiest, and my response to any twit who suggests that touching a crystal while sniffing burning herbs and singing a song to the full moon with a pair of hessian knickers on my head will do a better job than decades of peer reviewed scientific research will make the opening scene of Stanley Kubrik's full metal jacket look like a tupperware party.
I would like to highlight that early detection provides the best possible prognosis for breast cancer survival, so please do your regular self exams, and more importantly follow up on anything that seems out of the ordinary. Guys, be like my boyfriend, and if you notice something unusual about your partner's breasts, say so. Face it, you've probably touched more different pairs of breasts than she has.
Finally, to my boyfriend, thankyou for being wise and mature enough to say something about the lump. You're an awesome cook, delightfully witty, a pleasure to be with, and have quite possibly saved my life. I can honestly say I've never met a man who's done so much.
Until next time followers,
M.
