The body also speaks

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I have cancer, I am not cancer! I coexist with it!
If you look at me you can see I became a bag of bones wrapped in skin and decorated with a scar that runs across my entire chest, with 83 staples extending into 83 wrinkles. I look fragile. I have been injected with morphine, cortisone, carboplatin chemotherapy with taxol, I have swollen and deflated, my hands and feet tremble, I feel dizzy, I went bald and I look like a bag of bones with club feet.
But I am strong inside, I love life, I have plans, I want to be with my loved ones and with me, and to fall in love and discover and learn, and fly and dream and do crazy things. Even though I have cancer, I have a life and I want to live it to the fullest.

I live inhabiting my body
“Don Pascualito,” my tumor, taught me to be aware of the fact that if I am and do what I do, it is through this little body. He pinched me from inside my ovary, and I felt the pain through him. The pain paralyzed me and showed me how, without my body, I was not who I was. I could think, but I couldn't act; it could have been the other way round, and I still wouldn't be who I am. I was not complete.
I live thanks to physical body energy and thanks to it, I think, feel, and express myself. It knows me and my needs well, which I didn’t often see. I am learning to listen to my body better.
Before my cancer diagnosis, I remember feeling very tired, stressed, having herpes breakouts, etc., and I didn't rest because I dragged myself into responding to my life duties, obligations, responsibilities, and entertainment. There were signs, but I didn't know how to listen. I did listen but I didn't know how to interpret them.