Friday, January 30, 2026 was the day my breasts were amputated. Bilateral mastectomy is the technical term, or DMX, not to be confused with the 90s/Y2K rapper. I refer it as an amputation because it is—two very distinctive female body parts were surgically removed and replaced with prosthetics. I wish society and the medical field… Continue reading A long day in surgery.
Week 6 A.D. Christmas was over, which leaves me feeling a bit sad every year. Typically, I take time off this week each year but youth sports travel took up all of my vacation. On top of work, I had doctor appointments scheduled every day this week for Jillian and I except for New Year’s… Continue reading Everything sucks, but at least I wore cute shoes.
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
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 