Wild Hearts Can’t Be Broken

A Thank You Letter to P!nk:

Thank you for being real.  Thank you for being open.  Thank you for being fierce.  Thank you for kicking ass and being an amazing artist.  Thank you for sharing your life as a mom and the truth of all sides of it.  Thank you for sharing the ups and down of your marriage and “True Love.”

In my head, we are friends.  I belt out your songs and think that one day we will share a bottle or three of wine and talk about our families.  Next week, on May 15th, I will sing and yell myself hoarse as you rock  and fly across the Moda Center in Portland.  I have lost count how many times I have seen you, mainly because I am old and have cancer brain, not because any of the concerts were forgettable.  All that I know is that I think you are tied with U2 for my number of most concerts by an artist, and I think that is pretty amazing company for both of you.

My Twitter and Instagram handles (@ineverlikedpink) have nothing to do with you.  I ADORE YOU!  It is all about me and my two time battle with breast cancer.  Five years ago, when I received my first diagnosis, I was not a pink girl.  I rarely wore, nor did I identify with the color pink in any way.  Other than my unabashed crush/love/admiration for you. When  you had Willow two months after I had my son Jackson, it made me love you more and I have enjoyed watching her grow, in a non-stalkerish way.

But anyway, you have been a part of my battle with cancer, and I wanted to thank you.  In the fall of 2012, I anxiously awaited the moment when the tickets went on sale for the Truth About Love Las Vegas show as we were making a weekend out of it with another couple.  Whew!  Good tickets secured, and I was just counting down the days.  Then in early December, I went in for a regular mammogram and heard the devastating news: I had breast cancer.  During my first visit to the oncologist as we discussed surgery and radiation options, one of the VERY first questions I asked her was: “I can still go to Las Vegas to see P!nk in concert, right?”  The answer was yes, and I saw you and sang my heart out 18 days after my lumpectomy.  I was exhausted the rest of the weekend, but you made it all worthwhile.  I had another surgery 9 days later, but I was still on a high after your show.

Fast forward to 2017, I received another breast cancer diagnosis and it became the worst year of my life.  I had a bilateral mastectomy, a full hysterectomy and an implant exchange for reconstruction.  I take daily medication which is extremely hard on my joints and muscles, and I am one big hot flash.  In the fall, I tried to take a part time job at my son’s school, but I could not be on my feet and had to quit.  I was a crying mess for days.  Then “Beautiful Trauma” came out. All of the songs are amazing, but when I heard “Wild Hearts Can’t be Broken” it spoke to my soul.  The first time I heard it, I let the words wash over me and then listened to it over and over.  It reminded me that I have fight in me, and I will not let the cancer and all of the shit that came with it break me down.

I started to volunteer at a support organization for breast cancer survivors and also at my son’s school.  I write a public blog about my journey and one day, I am going to write a book and be a speaker, hopefully to encourage other women to keep fighting.  I have the strength and power in me.  Thank you Alecia, for putting it into words and giving me strength with your music and just being a role model of a true woman who works so hard, but also shows that it sure isn’t easy.  My wild heart can’t be broken.

For those crazy people who don’t know the words to this amazing song, here they are:

Wild Hearts Can’t Be Broken

P!nk

I will have to die for this I fear
There’s rage and terror and there’s sickness here
I fight because I have to
I fight for us to know the truth

There’s not enough rope to tie me down
There’s not enough tape to shut this mouth
The stones you throw can make me bleed
But I won’t stop until we’re free
Wild hearts can’t be broken
No, wild hearts can’t be broken

This is my rally cry
I know it’s hard, we have to try
This is a battle I must win
To want my share is not a sin

There’s not enough rope to tie me down
There’s not enough tape to shut this mouth
The stones you throw can make me bleed
But I won’t stop until we’re free
Wild hearts can’t be broken
No, wild hearts can’t be broken

You beat me, betray me
You’re losing, we’re winning
My spirit above me
You cannot deny me
My freedom is burning
This broken world keeps turning
I’ll never surrender
There’s nothing, but a victory

There’s not enough rope to tie me down
There’s not enough tape to shut this mouth
The stones you throw can make me bleed
But I won’t stop until we’re free
Wild hearts can’t be broken
Wild hearts can’t be broken
This wild heart can’t be broken

Songwriters: Alecia B. Moore/Mike Busbee

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