{"id":101814,"date":"2012-12-29T14:30:38","date_gmt":"2012-12-29T19:30:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/101814\/the-c-word\/"},"modified":"2012-12-29T14:30:38","modified_gmt":"2012-12-29T19:30:38","slug":"the-c-word","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/101814\/the-c-word\/","title":{"rendered":"The &#8220;C&#8221; word"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>When you here the &#8220;C&#8221; word your heart drops to your feet.  A million thoughts crowd your mind.  No you say, you must be mistaken.  I am just sick.  I cannot possibly have cancer?  I have too much life to live!  Your world stops as your mind spins out of control.  All this happens in a few seconds, feeling as though its been an eternity since that word Cancer was uttered to you.  Ok so whats next?  What are my options?  And the hardest and last question you ask, How long do I have?  She tries to be vague with the answers, not wanting to give you false hope, but at the same time telling you there are treatments of many kinds, and that the medical profession has come a long way and it doesn&#8217;t mean its a death sentence.  I listen as I look deep in her eyes to see if she believes there is hope.  I listen to &#8220;The Plan&#8221; of treatment still staring deep in her eyes for a little glimmer of hope.  I realize &#8220;The Plan&#8221; I must follow will be my own hope.  I will draw upon my own self for that ray of HOPE.  I will survive this just by shear determination.  The &#8220;C&#8221; word is not always a death sentence.  At times it may feel like I&#8217;m a prisoner but at least I am alive.  The feelings may be that of gratitude, love, and at times anger, self pity, and that so often question, WHY ME?  Life will continue.  I will continue for life is precious and I shall live it to the fullest.  Even when I feel I can no longer take it!  For I have the will to LIVE and not to die.<\/p>\n<p>Dee..12\/29\/2012<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When you here the &#8220;C&#8221; word your heart drops to your feet. A million thoughts crowd your mind. No you say, you must be mistaken. I am just sick. I cannot possibly have cancer? I have too much life to live! Your world stops as your mind spins out of control. All this happens in [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-101814","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-other"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101814","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=101814"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101814\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=101814"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=101814"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=101814"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}