Week 3 A.D. Almost immediately after my first appointments with KU, I received a call from my Nurse Navigator to schedule a biopsy appointment. I would go in on Friday, December 12. Only one week out. They aren’t messing around. It’s half alarming and half reassuring. I tell myself it’s as if they all know… Continue reading Fear, Friends & Pulp Fiction
Week 2 A.D. (after diagnosis). My oldest daughter, Jillian, blessed me with a major distraction to my assumed cancer diagnosis. We kicked off the month of December with surgery to correct her deviated septum and tilted crus cartilage at the inside tip of her nose. It was a long-time coming since she busted her nose… Continue reading A Second Opinion
I drove home from the mammogram in a blur. I’m sure it was muscle memory that got me there. My throat was tight the whole way, but I have almost no memory of the drive. Besides a voice to text to my sisters. “I might have breast cancer.” The next step would be to get… Continue reading Week 1 A.D. (After Diagnosis)
Yep. I found out over a month ago now. But, shit’s getting real now. I had my routine, annual mammogram on November 20, the day before we were scheduled to fly to Florida for my daughter’s softball tournament, followed by family vacation in Ft. Myers. I was worried I’d be rushing around to wrap things… Continue reading Well shit, I have cancer.
I dreaded my birthday. Again. This is only the second year I’ve felt like “It’s my party and I’ll be depressed if I want to.” I know a lot of adults, particularly women dread the age incline, but honestly that doesn’t bother me. I mean, we’re all going to get old at some point so… Continue reading Hallmark birthday greetings for adult orphans.
Midlife Mamacita 