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Those are all lovely quotes and I love reading them and thanks @primek for starting it under these appropriate circumstances, but what we all need to remember as well is that we all have to fight like a warrior and grow a set of big hairy balls to climb up and over this shitty summit of hell called breast cancer and mine are that big now that when I walk I smack myself in the face with them when I need to, and believe me there are still times when that needs to happen still but it’s a little less often these days thank fuck. And every now and then when bc tries to give me the shits as well, I slap that mother fucker in the face with said balls too. Works a treat. I have also let others borrow my balls when there’s are still the size of mung beans caused from the fear, anxiety and the unknown that this shitty disease can cause us all, and when that happens it helps to make those mung bean balls turn into boulders as they can see what mine can do, then they can find the strength to slap the c?** that is breast cancer in the bloody face too so I am proud of that achievement........ and so the tradition continues. It’s my calling these days for sure, and why myself and others contribute to this forum to let all bc survivors know that there is an esky full of champagne and vodka and not the cheap shit either to drink on the way up if you need to (which I’ve already done) or waiting for us all at the top of that summit. I myself will dance and drink naked when I get there eventually, showing off my new set of magnificent titties.... so watch out bc you mother fucker I’m coming for you, Margie xxx
