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 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…
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.
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
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