After chemo, my body and I are in the dating stage. Chemo is hard on a body and afterwards it’s like you’re a new you; things just aren’t the same. There’s a bit of uncertainty and awkwardness that happens, so I like to think of getting to know the new me as dating myself. I …
Breast cancer
Cancer, Cancer, Cancer! ~ Ugh ~ Are you as sick of reading about it as I am? What I mean by that is, I’m ready for better treatment options, better survival stats, and better diagnostics. Let’s look at the mammogram. Even the medical community at large is not in agreement as to how many …
Cancer. I profoundly hate that six letter word. It conjures fear, loss and uncertainty. There’s not one nice thing I can say about it. It devours monetary resources. It mocks future dreams and plans. It steals understanding of what the hell is happening to my body?! As of this writing, I am two-years and a …
Breast Cancer, Breast Cancer, Breast Cancer. I’m sick of learning and writing about this monstrous disease. ~ugh~ IMPORTANT NOTE BEFORE WE BEGIN: I am NOT a doctor nor do I pretend to be. All information and opinions are mine and mine alone. Talk to your doc, a REAL doc, to discuss your needs. Since my …
In my 20s, I did nutritional research that lead me to the powers of the humble flaxseed. I started to include them in my/our diet, but I couldn’t find a way to incorporate them consistently, so I stopped eating them. Change is hard, isn’t it? Last year, as I proceeded through treatment for breast cancer, …
Um, what? Yes, you read that right: managing breast cancer as a chronic disease. If you have ever been diagnosed or know of one who has, you died a little inside, right? Or flipped off your screen, which was exactly my initial response. You can take the gal outta West Texas… Let’s look a bit …
I’m writing this late on a Friday afternoon, while drinking a cold beer in celebration (NOT DRUNK!) and thinking of the week ahead and the milestone I’ll pass. I’m overwhelmed in emotion, sitting here, pounding out the words that foretell of my very near future, trying like hell not to cry, again. What has me …
My surgeon…he’s a funny guy. Side Note: NO, I will NOT get on the table for this exam. I’ve got a paper shirt on and that’s as far as I go today, thank you very much. Side Note #2: This is the same pic filtered through the fun Prisma App! I have so much fun …
My public journey through breast cancer is well-documented on this site. (Key the words “breast cancer” into the search bar and you’ll find the posts.) Today, I’m yapping about the collateral damage that can accompany a diagnosis. You know, cause having breast cancer is just. not. hellish. enough. To start, when newly diagnosed, you …
After I had endured chemo and surgery, I kept hearing this: You’re done with treatment! Yay! To which I responded, “Negatory, Ghost Rider.” Man, I hate bursting people’s bubbles. “Done with treatment” is nowhere near where I’m at, mah babies, but I’m glad some think I’m so amazingly healthy-lookin’/actin’/feelin’/trash-talkin’ that they would assume the best! …