Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Will my old, ratty bras make it to my mastectomy?
So you thought I had floated away on a current of chemo!
I rang the bell at MDAnderson!
Then I rang it again just to make sure God heard it! Ya see, the bell is there for us chemo patients to ring after our last treatment and my last chemo was February 19th. Hooray for me!
I was so deliriously happy to ring the bell that I forgot about all the chemo things I’d been through in the last six months, all the cancer things I’ll be going through in the future, and the disgusting fact that triple negative breast cancer has a bad reputation for reoccurring.
I was totally in denial as I happily rang the bell.
And the best way to deal with being in denial is to deny you are in denial. At least that’s how I deal with life. That’s how I’ve lived the last half of year being balder than my husband Juan Very Bald Man.
The denial euphoria lasted until yesterday when I had an appointment with my oncology surgeon. I go under the knife for tit removal March 29.
Ain’t no denying that!