Being Cancer Happy

Cancer is a word you never want to hear, but when you do it changes your entire life. However, it does not have to be the end of happiness or living. Being Cancer Happy is an informative cancer self-help book to encourage happiness while fighting cancer.

I found out at 38 I had breast cancer. I was a a wife, daughter, and mother to two young children. I was able to maintain my happiness while in the midst of life, treatments, side effects, and all things cancer. I believe you have to make your happy happen.

It was not always easy, but I found ways to manage living, laughing, and loving through it all. I used my life experiences, humor, and positive outlook to define cancer and provide a positive spin on a terrible situation.

Written for those affected by cancer, Being Cancer Happy uses personal stories, as well as inspiring questions, to help people find their own cancer happy. Amy Brock is proud to offer her debut work, Being Cancer Happy is now available in both print and ebook versions.

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How did I want cancer to be defined? I had the ability to make the meaning of word cancer to my children, husband, and family. I realized my family was going to go on this journey with me. It would be the experiences we faced that would define their perspectives on cancer, on facing life’s adversities, and on me.

Keeping a positive outlook becomes a choice. It was a choice to smile during pain, to be strong when tired, to be hopeful when sad, to laugh when hurting, to stay happy during difficulty, and to keep a positive self-image after baldness, scarring, and illness. I made choices to be positive rather than negative.

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my longest hardest day yet

Get ready boys and girls... today is a doozy. And a long post too! But before we begin on one of the toughest days I've ever done, let's recap. Mon: Irritating Onc day where I was not told about suspicious fluid around lung/heart in time to get a biopsy & I got contradicting info from his NP the week before. Tues: Spending the morning getting Immunotherapy and 2 Chemotherapies before going straight to the airport to fly to Houston and enduring long rental car lines and afternoon heavy traffic. A few more checks off this weeks list... a few more to go: Now back to my Wednesday... the Humpday I would like to forget! So, after 8 hours of cancer treatment, flying, and travel in congested Houston the day before, I didn't have much rest because we had to start Wednesday early. My husband and I decided to walk to the medical center since our hotel was close. However, it was not necessarily the easiest or closest walk - tons of traffic, intersections, and some strange indivi...

chemo. travel. fly. travel. stop.

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