Ok Cancer, I don’t know why your STILL kicking around in my boobie but it’s time to get rid of you once and for all!
Yup! My pathology came back and my margins still have disease! Which means, yet another surgery. Now, I think it’s time to say goodbye to my right breast. Sayonara!
It has served me well. You figure boobs have 2 jobs. 1. Attract and reel in a good husband with them… Check!… and 2. More importantly to feed a baby. Which I did by the way, get to feed Coraline with both for the first four weeks before I had to stop and let them dry up like the Saharah for surgery (cancer you suck, messing up my plans yet once again) The cancer side did pretty good keeping up with healthy boob. I was surprised, but never the less that had to come to a heartbreaking end and now we are onto formula. Which by the way you would think that stuff is made out of caviar and should be served in a silver bottle. The cost of a can and how quickly it dissapears is both ridiculous and mind boggling. It’s the baby formula that will put us in debt, never mind the hospital bills!
So where are we at? In the past 6 months I have had 3 breast surgeries, 1 c- section, 1 baby, 4 rounds of chemo and a partridge in a pear tree that still has flippin cancer!!! My head is spinning. How did I do all that to now, still feel like I am right back at square one. It’s scary to think this toxic disease has been in my body for well over a year now! The old saying “always follow your gut” keeps popping up in my head. I originally wanted a radical mastectomy with my first surgery but opted for the less invasive lumpectomy. Little did I know I was in for the “non- radical” or slow mastectomy that happens over time, where they remove piece. by piece, by piece, by piece. I now wish I followed my gut. But, I made the right decision for me and my pregnant body at that time.
Next up is – I have to meet with the plastic surgeon, hopefully next week and we shall see what kind of new boob or boobs they can build me.
But for now, let’s celebrate the ta-ta’s… All the twin ladies out there- Shake em, let them hang(high or low), give them a squeeze, love them, cause you just never know when you have to say goodbye. I never thought this would be me, but I always thought if it was, this would be easy to do… not so much.