"Kids, I have something to tell you, part 2"

And then the time comes to tell the Band. Yesterday, after their final to be precise. If it's possible I was even more nervous about telling the Band, don't know why but I was. In all honesty I really really felt like I was going to vomit, but thankfully I didn't. ;)

As I was looking around the room, and as the words "I was diagnosed with Triple Negative Stage 1C Infiltrating Ducatal Carcinoma" I felt as though I was having an out of body experience. Everyone was kind of staring at me with this look of shock, mouths halfway open, some holding their hands in a prayer position, and I think I heard a few sniffles around the room.

I told them that everything is going to be okay and that it's just going to be one b!tch of a year for me and then I told them that I most likely am going to lose my hair, and I must admit I lost it a bit there. I became very serious with the girls telling them to become familiar with their boobies if they aren't already because early detection truly is key. I even told the guys to be familiar with theirs cause it happens to men as well. I told them the plan so far, and everything I knew up till to that point then asked if they could either put me on their prayer list at church or at least just send up some good positive vibes into the universe.

I'm sure they'll do both cause I know they'll help pull me through as well. They're a great group of kids and I love each and every one of them.