UGH THE DRAINS ARE BACK! but I'll get to that later. Second ever surgery in the books and I did my best to make sure that I learned from the last experience and I think for the most part, I nailed it. Last time - Took underwear off to change into gown. Felt weird. This... Continue Reading →
New Breasts in 45 min or They’re Free
That's right, in 24 hours from now I will have a new shiny set of breasts. Never in my life did I think I would have silicone implants but as of Monday afternoon my sternum will officially be the silicone valley. When I was in my early 20's I had lots of friends who were... Continue Reading →
Fast and Furious 43: Faster and Furiouser
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 →
Another Day of Firsts and Lasts
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 →
Radiation Wrap Up
Well it's another one for the books, another check in an important box and the Breast Cancer Crisis T0-Do list is getting smaller. Radiation is done and my skin is on the rebound. The angry, purple/red burns are turning into a perfectly symmetrical square tan and the peeling means healing. I was at the cancer... Continue Reading →
The good, the bad and the ugly
Today was a big day. We got the call early this morning to let us know that the pathology report had come in and we needed to meet with Dr. Janzen (my awesome surgeon) to get my results. We packed me and my drains up and headed back to the Jim Pattison Outpatient Centre. I feel... Continue Reading →
Sponge baths and the art of doing nothing
I am a busy person. My fiancé will be the first to tell you that I take on too many things, have too many responsibilities and over commit myself on too many occasions. As much as I hate to admit it (and please, no one tell her I said this), she's right. I happily over extend... Continue Reading →