Weeks 15 & 16 A.D. These were milestone weeks for me. I’m officially two weeks into my active medical treatment and also two weeks out from returning to work. While I’m grateful to not have to do chemo, I was dreading March 1–my first day on a chemically-induced menopause hormone treatment, Tamoxifen. I put off… Continue reading Fully functional adulting.
Week 13 A.D. I guess I hadn’t considered recovery from surgery to be part of the cancer fight. Treatment always came to mind as the fight-part. The surgery itself, chemo, radiation, whatever. But I’ve been fighting for my wellness every single day of recovery. Friday the 13th started off with a notification in MyChart. It… Continue reading Love & war in recovery.
Week 12 A.D. You know what I miss? Bending over. Dressing myself. Washing myself. Sitting up without a “boost”. Doing my own my hair. Sleeping in my bed. Walking further than a few houses. Being able to “go”—yes, I mean #2. But you know what I won’t miss? Cancer. This shitty part is only temporary.… Continue reading Hope & Strength Win
Week 11 A.D. I woke up throughout the night/early Saturday morning, from Zach dispensing my drugs just as nurses would have if I had stayed in the hospital. I had no idea what I was taking but I trusted him fully. By the time the sun was up, I recalled him meddling with tubes and… Continue reading Peace Out Cancer
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.
Midlife Mamacita 