There's a disco inferno inside my shirt. With 24 radiation treatments in the books and only 4 to go, the left side of my chest is starting to look like I belong in the California Raisins. My skin is a mix of pink, red and super angry purple and the colour forms a perfect square... Continue Reading →
As the year winds down (when it feels like we might have accidentally reached in the dark corners of our closet and put on our 'skinny' pants when in actuality we are wearing our stretchiest fat pants) we start to see shows like "2016 Celebrity Scandals" and "Top 100 Sports Fails" on TV and we... Continue Reading →
Call me Jennifer Aniston. No, I'm not wearing denim overalls with the most popular hairstyle of the 90's and hanging with my pals at Central Perk, I'm living and breathing Aveeno. Every day when I go to radiation the only question I am asked more than "what is your birthday?" is "are you moisturizing lots?... Continue Reading →
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 →
The treatment vacation is coming to an end and boy, it's been nice. Now that I have been done with chemo for a month, the lingering side effects are slowly dissipating and my energy is on its way back up. It's funny, during treatment when I felt my best I thought that my energy was... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
Thanks For The Mammaries 