Spitting in Cancer’s Eye

What a defining day this has been.

Today I looked cancer straight in the eye… and I spit.

Not politely.
Not symbolically.
With courage, contempt, and absolutely no manners whatsoever.

And the reason I felt bold enough to do that?

Because today the Port of Poison was removed from my body.

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

Cancer needed to hear something loud and clear: if it can’t run with the big dogs, it needs to stay on the porch.

Now by this point you might be wondering what exactly I did that was so impressive after I already rang the “no more chemo, clean PET scan” bell. Because ringing that bell is a big deal. It’s emotional. It’s symbolic. It’s the moment everyone cheers.

But today felt even bigger.

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The Port of Poison

For months I’ve had what I not so lovingly call my poison straw tucked under my skin. A handy little device whose sole purpose was to provide a direct VIP entrance for chemicals with names that sound like rejected villains from a Marvel movie.

It did its job.
It helped save my life.

And for that I am grateful.

But let’s not pretend I was emotionally attached to the thing.

Today the Port of Poison is officially closed for business.

Permanently.

I’m banking on the fact that I kicked cancer’s scrawny little butt so hard it won’t try me again. I’m trusting my body to stay strong, stand guard, and reject any future invasion attempts.

Consider the gates closed.

I rode home from the hospital feeling more like myself than I have in almost nine months. I was smiling ear to ear. And if you’ve ever seen me smile, you know what that means: my chubby cheeks puff up, my eyes squint nearly shut, and every crooked tooth I own shines like it’s part of a victory parade.

It’s glorious.

And I feel like the Winning Warrior Bitch that I absolutely am.

Highly recommend this feeling, by the way.

It didn’t hurt that the sun has been shining all day — one of those perfect puffy-cloud, 78-degree days that feels like the universe decided to show off a little just for me.

So today I am smiling.
I am breathing.
I am grateful.

And cancer?

If cancer can’t run with the big dogs…

CANCER NEEDS TO STAY ON TH E PORCH.

🎤⬇️🐕🔥

🐦 Mama taught me how to stand

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Mama knows, Mama knows
Sometimes I think she’s got a window to my soul
Mama knows, Mama knows
Even when I think it doesn’t show
Mama knows Tim Mensy and Tony Haselden