Before I start I have to share that I was so excited when leaving the hospital after finding out I only had one tumour that I barely registered walking right past an inmate (orange jumpsuit, handcuffs, leg shackles, flanked by a couple of correctional officers) on my way out. This memory popped into my brain […] Read more…
(And does anyone else get flashes of The Simpsons when they hear that song? Just me?) I have rewritten this post three times in the past two days because things keep changing, but we’re overdue for an update so I’m going to hit “publish” and get this out in the world. Last week’s MRI: Another […] Read more…
Admit it: you’d feel a teeny bit better about my diagnosis if you learned I was a chainsmoker. Or maybe a heavy drinker, or surprisingly obese compared to my profile photo, right? I wouldn’t blame you – it’s easier for us to process someone else’s challenge when we can tell ourselves it can’t happen to […] Read more…
In Part 1 of my breast cancer story I tackled a lot of factual information about my diagnosis: finding a lump (which wasn’t actually the cancerous tumour), my mammogram, ultrasound and biopsy, getting the news, telling the girls, and making plans for treatment. Because the question I get asked the most often is actually, “How […] Read more…
There’s no burying the lede here, since it’s right in the title: I’ve been diagnosed with breast cancer. While jokes were made that the week of the US presidential election felt like waiting for biopsy results, I was *actually* waiting for biopsy results – and America definitely got better news than I did. No matter […] Read more…