One of the first things I did after the discovery of Uncle Joey was join all of the Facebook groups and breast cancer forums I could get hands on. I needed to devour as much information as I could squeeze into my brain. If you know me, it should come at no surprise that I’d find myself wide awake at 1am frantically googling the 5 new thoughts that just popped in my head. #butimagoogledoctor

I’m now prepared to leave most of these Facebook groups and forums. Not because I don’t care about their struggles or want to hear their stories – but because I’m not for one damn moment, playing along with this is “all in the hands of god” mantra that is SO popular with the breast cancer community. Not only am I an atheist but I also believe…

…hold on to my earrings, imma say it….

Those who fervently follow a religion show a lack of critical thinking.

Cancer has nothing to do with your god. Your faith isn’t being tested. Your cells are mutating. Your faith in god isn’t going to stop that mutation from happening. Sorry not sorry.

This is in my hands. It’s in my hands to advocate for myself. It’s in my hands to decide on my medical team and treatment facility. It’s in my hands to keep up my happiness level, to still do the things I love. It’s up to me to keep my fitness and nutrition up so my body can heal. I’m the one in charge of this battle and I’ll take Science for 1000, Alex.

…Ok. My oncologist, surgeon and modern medicine are in charge too. They can join me at the VIP table but your god still can’t sit with us.