Every three months I either get imaging and see my surgeon or have labs and meet with my oncologist. That means that every three months, I have to revisit the question, if shit goes south this time, am I good with this version of myself? Immediately following treatment, I was riding high in the glow… Continue reading Me, But No Longer Me
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Clock Watcher
My follow-up scans are next week. My follow-up scans are next week and I'm nervous. My follow-up scans are next week and I'm scared that they'll show something. My follow-up scans are next week and I'm scared that the cancer is back, and I 've been feeling so good, and now I'll have to go… Continue reading Clock Watcher
Waiting is for…Waiters
As I was laying on the radiation table the other day, "Everybody Have Fun Tonight" cheerfully piping through the ceiling speakers, I considered the fact that I was experiencing what would surely be the most peaceful moment of my day. When the most peaceful moment of your day involves Wang Chung and a medical professional… Continue reading Waiting is for…Waiters
Why I Chose to Share My Cancer Journey Publicly
First off, let me begin by acknowledging how obnoxious the words "My Cancer Journey" are. "My Cancer Adventures" felt a little too exciting (although it has been an adventure, if you are the type who enjoys life-threatening situations. I am not that type). Likewise, "My Cancer Shit" felt a bit inappropriate, if not a more… Continue reading Why I Chose to Share My Cancer Journey Publicly
Three Tattoos and a Crooked Box
Today was my port film and dry run for the radiation therapy that I'll begin next week. It's a strange thing- every time I went in for chemo, I felt positive. I felt strong. I brought my computer with me and began working as soon as I sat down. Preparing for radiation has felt much… Continue reading Three Tattoos and a Crooked Box
Breast Cancer at 36: What They Don’t Tell You
The thing about breast cancer is that nobody tells you what you need to know. For instance, they don’t tell you about the hair under your fingernails. Your nails, once respectable-looking, are now ragged and brittle from chemo. Holding your hands out in front of you, you will notice dark hairs lining the underside of… Continue reading Breast Cancer at 36: What They Don’t Tell You
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