Maury Povich & Radiation Begins

Near the end of summer I was called to go out to Abbotsford to receive genetic testing to detect hereditary cancers. My oncologist sent me because he had been concerned that, along with being young, I didn't have a history of breast cancer in my family and there was no indication as to why I... Continue Reading →

One More Chemo to Go

Today was the 2nd to last treatment of cycle number 8. Number 8! Here's what that looks like broken down: May - July = 4 cycles of Doxorubicin and Cyclophosphamide (1 treatment every 21 days x 4) July - October = 4 cycles of PacliTaxel (1 treatment every week x 12 weeks) Eventhough it's administered... Continue Reading →

Real Time Talk & Cancer Club Meetings

Warning: Post lacking in jokes and funniness ahead.  I ran into a friend last week who I haven't seen since I stopped working and who is going through her own version of this nightmare. We chatted for a few minutes having an impromptu "Cancer Club" meeting and it felt incredibly refreshing to talk candidly with someone... Continue Reading →

Out of the Mouths of Babes

Now that my hair is proving that a little toxic Taxol can't stop it from sprouting with a vengeance, I am no longer being mistaken for a hairless cat or a potato. Great news! But, as the hair grows back I am forced to reveal that I have spent about 12 years pretending that my... Continue Reading →

To Zap or Not to Zap

One thing I haven't shared yet (I know, you're shocked because I've shared/overshared everything up until this point) is my consultation with the Radiation Oncologist. The way it was explained to me early on is that each doctor I see is one piece of my cancer team - my Cancer Squad, if you will and... Continue Reading →

Nursin’ Ain’t Easy

A lot of people rag on Canada's health care system and like any system there are of course things that can be better and changes that could be made. Up until March 2016 I wasn't one to have a huge opinion on the matter because I am generally a pretty healthy person with maybe a... Continue Reading →

Taxol is the Next Curveball

Today (August 4th) was my first dose of Paclitaxel (Taxol). After 4 rounds of the previous drugs and living a life of a Pepto Bismol commercial...heart burn, indigestion, upset stomach, diarrhea...not to mention all of the other glamorous side effects.  I was understandably full of nervous coughs and feeling unsure and unprepared for a whole... Continue Reading →

Half Way There

Last Thursday (July 14th) was my final dose of Doxorubicin and Cyclophosphamide (for those of you that are not oncologists or have not pumped these cocktails into your veins, these drugs are the red devil Kool-Aid and the one that makes your nose feel like you snorted wasabi off of a Dynamite Roll at the dumpy All... Continue Reading →

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