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 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)
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 