This was written May 8-ish. I have officially decided to do a full mastectomy. At this point, the benefits just seem to outweigh the risks. The tumor is too large for a lumpectomy, so reconstruction of the breast is necessary. By law, North Carolina insurance companies must pay to match or reconstruct breasts after a... Continue Reading →
MRI Results
This was written on May 1. Dr. Turk had called me earlier that day to tell me that the MRI had picked up another mass and he was "officially unofficially" recommending a mastectomy and he put in a referral for a plastic surgeon. A couple of days (or maybe it was a week?? I don't... Continue Reading →
The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad MRI
This is from my journal written on April 28. Today, I had an MRI done on my chest as part of the standard process to see if there are other abnormalities that could be cancer deeper toward my chest wall. A mammogram can see most, but not all of the breast and usually an MRI... Continue Reading →
Keeping Your Head Above Water Without Someone Holding You Up
So far, I haven't met anyone who has dealt with cancer without a significant other. I know they are out there, but as far as I can tell, this is what sets me apart from other people I have come into contact with in similar situations. I think a lot of people who deal with cancer... Continue Reading →
My Type of Cancer
Mmkay. I feel like I need to clarify one thing. Let’s all get this straight: I am not dying. Not even close. Not even a little bit. Yes, I could get hit by a CATS bus tomorrow because those guys are assholes, but my breasts will not be what kills me (I can say that with... Continue Reading →
The Diagnosis
This is from my journal, written soon after my diagnosis. I know it has only been a month, but after having a little time to process all of this and going back to read over some of these entries, part of me feels like I was maybe being a little over-dramatic at times. But these... Continue Reading →
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