Today is the day. My long, brown hair is being liberated from my head. I’ve been so excited about the short haircut ideas- the voting and planning a small gathering for the event, that I’ve lost sight of the why. It started to hit me last night. I’m scared. Not because I believe my hair…
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BYE WIG
Now for those of you who don’t immediately understand the reference in this post’s title, let’s take a moment to familiarize ourselves with its historical derivation. A little reality tv show on Bravo called, The Real Housewives of Atlanta, features prominent, well-to-do (supposedly) women who generally just drink and yell at each other. Sounds horrible….
Mrs. Mia Wallace
*WARNING* THIS POST CONTAINS GRAPHIC CONTENT Uma Thurman, Pulp Fiction, 1994. We all remember the moment she was stabbed in the chest with the giant epinephrine needle, right? I certainly do. For whatever reason that image has been burned into my brain. Perhaps it is because I was probably a little too young to see…
Restricted Extremity
I didn’t know that after a mastectomy with accompanying lymph node dissection (removal), that that arm becomes a restricted extremity. This means I can never have my blood pressure taken, blood drawn or an IV on my right arm. Man down. Now I’m no math wizard, but if I have 2 arms, and one is…
The Most Important Decision Of Your LIFE
Ok Grancerites, I’m trusting you. I am putting my life into your hands. I am going to allow YOU to make a major choice in my breast cancer odyssey. Are you ready? This Friday June 17, in anticipation of the start of chemotherapy, I will be having my hair chopped off in what will be, The…
Cause I’ve Got 1 Drain In My Pocket…
And the other is applying for a medicinal marijuana license. Excellent news report 🚨🚨! The additional nodes that were removed during my second surgery this week were all clear! Only that one tiny micrometastasis that they found in surgery #1 existed in all of my axillary nodes. As exciting as this news is, it doesn’t…
The Only Difference Between ‘Nodes’ & ‘Donuts’ is an E & and a U (& a T or something… I don’t know)
I would like to discuss the cover photo of this post. This may be the most accurate photo ever taken depicting my general lifestyle choices. Satin pillowcase, because my grandma said all women should use them for wrinkles. Bunny I’ve slept with since childhood (don’t judge, I’m proud of Sophia June). A sloth tucked under…
#sequinsforsurgery
Barely slept last night. I want to blame it on anxiety, but I think it was equal parts physical discomfort. I hate sleeping on my back, which is my only option. Good thing I have a super solid nap/unconsciousness in my future. I think there might be a conspiracy about not being allowed to eat…
The Beginning
It occurred to me that most of you, dear readers, don’t know how this odyssey all began. I am choosing the term ‘odyssey’ because as an avid member of Bachelor Nation, I refuse to use the word journey. Some things are sacred and ‘journey’ belongs to Chris Harrison. Upfront warning: This post will walk the line…
No Drains
The day has come. My drain output has been under 30ml per drain for 48 hours straight. The drains can come out!!!!! Before anything good happens to me, I obviously have to go to the dentist, just to even out my karma. Luckily, this morning’s 8am appointment was uneventful and was an excellent excuse to…
Try Not To Smile
Very few of my personal preferences make any logical sense. For example, who hates the beach? This guy, that’s who. First of all, it’s outside which is already a negative as I am what you would call, ‘indoorsy.’ I dislike hauling stuff under any circumstances, crowds make me nuts, and don’t even get me started on…
Brave
Since diagnosis I have been told that I am brave what feels like hundreds of times. I accept the compliment, but on a day when we celebrate all of the men and women who have sacrificed their lives for our freedom, the adjective falls flat in relationship to my cancer. Let’s look at the definition; …
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