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Nineteen and a half years ago I was diagnosed with breast cancer. It was a scary time. There were two surgeries and a new treatment (I was one of the first in the area to get it) and no chemo … Continue reading
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Nineteen and a half years ago I was diagnosed with breast cancer. It was a scary time. There were two surgeries and a new treatment (I was one of the first in the area to get it) and no chemo … Continue reading
I’ll have some Valium on my pizza please. Maybe a round of anti-acids on the side. I am a member of a very elite club. One I didn’t choose although it lists some pretty awesome people as members. It’s the breast cancer … Continue reading
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Lately I have noticed that I’m uncomfortable. Straps are falling down. So are other things. You know what that means. It’s time to buy some new holsters for the girls. There is nothing more uncomfortable than a stretched out bra. … Continue reading
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Yesterday the beloved husband said the most romantic thing. He said, “I hope you outlive Jake.” Jake is our cat. Of course he doesn’t want to share me with anyone, not even a cat! So sweet. Maybe. There is more … Continue reading
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You can ask any cancer survivor. Once you get that diagnosis, it sits on your shoulders. Forever. The routine monitoring is no longer routine. It’s a big deal. Not in what actually happens but because of what might happen. I … Continue reading
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The sun finally came out after 40 days and 40 nights of gloom and I was perking up. My holiday spirit was starting to appear. Then I got an email from a good friend. She was scheduled for a needle … Continue reading
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By nature I am not a hypochondriac. I don’t acknowledge illness and much prefer the land of denial. I hardly ever alter my schedule because of sickness. I had fabulous attendance both at school and at work. I would go … Continue reading