Last week I saw one of those "On this Day" Facebook posts showing me a photo from a year ago. It was the picture of the night that Tasha shaved my head and I officially joined the cue ball club. When I saw the photo pop up my immediate thought was, "it's already been a... Continue Reading →
The last line of my post on March 30, 2016 says: "Friday the fight begins for realsies and I'll be looking forward to seeing it all in reverse with a last day for fighting followed by a first day back at work", and on April 18, 2017 that day came. Easter Monday night I had... Continue Reading →
Technically I have been cancer free for an entire year. 365 whole days. Holy eff. April 1, 2016 was the double mastectomy that turned out NOT to be the world's most elaborate April Fool's joke ever. To the patient it feels like the end of all of your treatment would be the milestone that signifies being cancer free... Continue Reading →
Thanks For The Mammaries 