I don’t have all the details on her diagnosis, but I do know after a 2 year battle with breast cancer she died at age 57. This just happened in July, 2020. I hated reading about it, hated reading the heartfelt posts her daughter and husband posted on social media, and hated that her youngest child was only 9 when she passed away. I hated that a celebrity with infinite resources, infinite options, couldn’t beat her bc diagnosis. Every part of me hurt reading that she died, and even writing this is difficult for me. https://people.com/movies/kelly-preston-dies-of-breast-cancer-at-57/I’m so much less anxious than I was 3 months ago, even though it’s the anniversary month of my diagnosis. Therapy has helped, a lot. My checkup is coming up on 10/27, too. That’s both nerve wracking but also reassuring. I feel good, and I hope nothing pops up that changes that.
That being said, it’s a somber reminder to me when I hear or read that someone with young children, like myself, has lost their battle with cancer. It’s especially difficult for me if it’s breast cancer. I wish I didn’t think about it all of the time. I wish I was reminded of it every day. I wish it hadn’t been such hell to go through. I wish a lot of things, but it doesn’t change anything. We just have to carry on.
Until next time...!
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