The Countdown is ON!
Brand Spankin’ New Breasts!
FIVE!!!!! Today is my fifth last chemo infusion!!!!! I can finally – finally – see the light at the end of this terrifying tunnel. I was absolutely giddy with excitement as I waltzed into the Chemo Lounge … in a long black dress with a side slit all the way up my thigh and my […]
My Bite is Worse Than My Bark
I visited my Reconstruction Surgeon – Dr. V – yesterday. He is young, stylish, engaging and forthright. And he is Dr. X’s next door neighbour in the medical building. Dr. V shook my hand as he welcomed me into his large and beautifully decorated office and Heather beamed her best smile. “I’m Dr. X’s […]
Stubborn or Tenacious?
Several weeks ago I asked my Oncologist Dr. F to cut my steroid dosage in half. Before receiving chemo, I am pumped up with Pepcid (to inhibit histamine responses in my gut), Benedryl (to prevent allergic reactions) and Dexametheson (a steroid to crush my immune system). The steroids were giving me a bad case of […]
Cancer is a Piece of Cake
My Oncologist Dr. F read me the riot act today … for not going to Emerg when my fever hit 39.6C/103F on the weekend … a whole degree over the GO TO EMERG IMMEDIATELY level. I told her that I had no one to take care of my son and dogs. She said “You’re useless […]
The Chronicles of Cancer – Pink Dot Detour
I’ve been asked many times – and it’s a valid question which I don’t mind clarifying – if they got all my cancer. It came up at dinner, and I thought of this analogy which would help answer “Did they get all of it?” The answer from me, my surgeon Dr X, my oncologist Dr. […]
I’m Positive I’m Negative
This is the entire list of clean blog entries written since I was diagnosed with Triple Negative Breast Cancer. These are heart and brain dumps as I go through diagnosis and treament. When I began to blog my journey, I decided I would write authentically and not hold back anything. I’ve written about the good, […]
It’s All About Me
I received the results of my first round of genetic testing today … I opted for testing (no charge to women under 60 in Ontario) to see if I carried the BRCA1 or BRCA2 gene mutations. I won the first round of Jeopardy … or perhaps it sounds more like a Jerry Springer episode … […]
It’s all about me right now. I will admit that I have an ego. Without being a narcissist. I have lived thirteen years with one of those and can tell you that is much different than being selfish and self-centred. It was that pride that refused to allow me to give up on the narcissist. […]
Don’t Tell Me How to Feel
hI have been asked … and my closest friends have been asked … about why I blog. Why I write with such candor. Except it’s not always called candor. Shock value. Attention whore. Outrageous behaviour. Brutal honesty. Why does she blog that? An art gallery. Best thing I have read in ten years. She gave […]
Would you tell someone that it’s great their son only lost his arm rather than die in a car accident? Say “Oh my God! That is fucking fantastic that you just have epileptic seizures! Better than brain damage or worse!” No? Then why tell me how to feel about my cancer and my life? Why […]