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Chemotherapy is OVER
DONE! WOOHOOO! AHHHH! YEAH BABY! YES YES YES! OKKKKAY! And a big thumbs up! Ahhh – no cause for another infamous swearing streak, today is only for happy words. HAPPY! JOY! RELIEF! RELEASE!Mom and I went in for chemo today. The hospital called our house at 7.30 am inquring whether we’d like to push our [...]
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First is over
Okay. One treatment down – ticking that box off right now. I think for anyone about to experience chemotherapy, it’d be really helpful to hear about the first experience. Now, I cannot tell you about the side effect because I only just received my chemo, plus also I want mine to be absolutely minimal – [...]
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After the mastectomy
Today is Zsolt’s 29th birthday. He’s a fine kind of man and getting better every year. In the morning I serenaded him with multiple rounds of happy birthday, followed by some birthday crepes (made by Zsolt with my help), presents, and a game of football. England vs Germany – at this point things aren’t looking [...]
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I have breast cancer
Never have I been so physically moved by so few words. I gasped, cried, and listened. I’m still gasping, crying and listening (as my husband reads through the Breast Cancer Care booklet and describes the possible treatments and surgeries I’ll have – sweet, but more for his sake than mine at this point; I can’t listen at all).
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The bump in my boob
Writing about my breast feels slightly unnatural, slightly taboo. But why not, right? All the girls are doing it.
So, my breasts; I’ve always loved these girls. They’re tidy, petite and fit my body perfectly. When I was about fourteen, I’d hoped they’d pick up the pace and really start expanding. When that didn’t happen, I came to embrace my small B cups. They feel like home, they feel like me.
Well now, apparently, I’ve decided to give myself a hard time. Because there is a lump in my breast – which rings all sorts of bells for breast cancer awareness – and has kicked me into preventative action.
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