I am Ballsy

Hello beautiful people!

Sorry for the break in posts, I followed up my Irish Excursion with a brief trip to LA to see my favorite people. While I was there, I finally caught up on some work, taking advantage of opportunities and stumbling across some new ones!

I was approached by Thomas Cantley, founder of I Am Ballsy, group which strives to make men more aware of their bodies, especially as it pertains to male reproductive cancers. How does that apply to someone like me? Well, as it turns out, Thomas uses the I Am Ballsy Facebook page and Instagram to feature awesome people who have overcome crazy obstacles in life. Everyday, the page pays tribute to a different ballsy bad ass by sharing an image along with a story written by them, describing why they are ballsy. A few days ago, I was the featured person on that page and of course, I would love to share my image and story here! I urge everyone to check out the I am Ballsy website and like the Facebook page. You can also vote for Thomas to be “The Ultimate Men’s Health Guy,” here.

Without further ado, here is my “I am Ballsy” Story!

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I’ll be honest, I had to use Urban Dictionary to look up exactly what being “ballsy” means. Not because I’d never heard the term before, but because I never thought of it as a word to describe me. Not until I was approached about writing this statement. Knowing that someone thought of me as ballsy, ballsy enough to write about how ballsy I am, got me thinking about what really made me seem ballsy.

Am I ballsy because I got diagnosed with Leukemia at age 20? Is it because I traded my life in Los Angeles, living with my best friends and not having a care in the world, for the pokes, prods and pitfalls of chemotherapy in dreary Seattle? Does having more blood transfusions and hospitalizations than I can count make me ballsy? What about waking up in the morning and realizing that you can’t control you’re body aka Leukoencephalopathy via methotrexate (deathotrexate)? Or is it because I walk around with chronic pain in both of my hips from Avascular Necrosis? Am I ballsy because I will have robot hips before I’m 25?

All of these facets of my life passed through my mind while I was brainstorming what to write about how I am ballsy. But none of them really fit, none of them inspired me or made me feel.. ballsy! But why not? It took me a while to come up with a good answer for this. Those things don’t make me ballsy, they don’t make me gutsy or intense or brave or amazing, because I didn’t have a choice in any of them. They just happened to me, like they could have happened to anyone. What I did have influence over, was my response to all of these things just happening to me. And that, my friends, is what makes me ballsy. My ability to stay positive, stay motivated, stay me, through all the bull shit that, just happened. And more than that, having the ambition to spread that positivity and inspiration to as many others as I do!

Any of you feeling ballsy? Tell me about it, leave a comment below!

xoxo Kathy