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.
Weeks 9 & 10 A.D. Monday was MLK Day. My middle kid, Emma, has been very active in finding some volunteer activity to do in honor of Dr. King’s legacy to make it a “day on, not a day off” by giving back to the community. Given my upcoming surgery, I wasn’t comfortable going to… Continue reading I am humbled. Deeply, deeply humbled.
Week 8 A.D. Monday was MRI DAY. It was also the day before Jillian’s sixteenth birthday. I always decorate the kitchen for the kids the night before their birthday, so they can feel like they woke up to a birthday party, but I had to go a little extra this year. It was her Sweet… Continue reading MRI Bangers
Week 7 A.D. I started this blog before my first appointment with my surgeon. I was almost six weeks into my journey and I was scared, mad, confused and constantly doubting my own feelings and sanity and needed to get the constant sense of anxiety out of my head. I didn’t know if anyone was… Continue reading When life gives you lemons for boobs…
Weeks 4 & 5 A.D. Pathology results from the biopsy were due any day now. The doctor said three to five days, and Monday was now day three. Thankfully, work consumed the day and kept me distracted because I didn’t get a call that day. It was Tuesday when the doctor called with the results.… Continue reading Pink Ribbons and a Plan
Midlife Mamacita 