I had nearly given up on getting my pathology report yesterday. I'd started second-guessing my memory about what Dr. Superman had told me. ("He said Monday or Tuesday...maybe he meant NEXT week...") I'd called my surgeon's office in the morning to make my post-op follow-up appointment that morning and asked the receptionist about my report.... Continue Reading →
Chemotherapy 1 of 6 – The Toxic Bride
Well, I did it! Got through my very first chemo session! Honestly, it was a breeze. The first one was long (5 hours), since I had to do long doses of my targeted therapy (Perjeta and Herceptin) for the HER2+ flavor of my cancer. But the next five rounds will only be 3 hours each. Basically,... Continue Reading →
The Good, the Bad, and the Not-so-nice
The Good Great news! I do not carry the breast cancer gene! Dr. Boobcutter called me himself to tell me. While it's always good to not have a gene that's trying to kill you, let me tell you why this is extra-awesome. It means my family can rest easy as well. My mother and aunts... Continue Reading →
Tests and the waiting game
Okay, Tom Petty, you know your stuff. The waiting is the hardest part...at least so far. The initial diagnosis happened so fast. It was Boom! Lump. Boom! Mammogram and ultrasound. Boom! Biopsy. Boom Boom Hiss! It’s cancer, bitches. Just two days after learning I had breast cancer I met with my breast surgeon, Dr. Boobcutter.... Continue Reading →
